Stan had got the idea from a story he'd read, once. An extended relationship was celebrated by the traditional giving and receiving of rings, but with...a twist — each partner got three rings, which interlocked.He'd ignored the pagan ceremony that went with it, as none of them were particularly religious. But the idea had stuck.Now it was time. Stan, Anne and Denise went to stand in front of Sid and Ken. Elaine, a remote in her hand, pressed 'Play' and the sounds of Eric playing "Let it Grow". I was not a person who drinks alcohol but I can’t say no to her. We both had two shots. I felt whiskey’s effect in me.After drinks I stripped myself and became nude. My cock was hot, erected fully. She jumped on me and started to smooch.I kissed her neck, squeezed her boobs. She was moaning and moaning like anything, I took her boobs and squeezed it and sucked, she was panting while I did so, sucking one and pinching another one simultaneously.. She moaned heavily and heavily like ummm, ahhh,. “That kind. Lemon,” he said, pointing to a small container of lemon ice cream on the third aisle down. Julia looked at his hand as he pointed. It was a nice, clean, large, defined, hand. She imagined hi arm reaching past her to grab the ice cream, and what his arm would look like stretched out, would it look like holding the pint of ice cream. She wanted to see it happen in real-time. “That’s the kind I like,” he said, looking as if he was imagining himself dipping the spoon into the ice cream,. She held my face taught to her pussy while rubbing herself on me up and down. I loved the tease. She began thrusting on me harder, I took her cues and opened my mouth, her whole little pussy in my mouth. She was now riding my mouth and slowly pulled the t shirt out from between us. HOLY SHIT. Her pussy was perfection, a small little hot budding flower. I penetrated her with my tongue. She was so wet past her lips, she gushed onto me. She was moaning loud. So loud that my only reaction was to.