I wasn't sure if it was because he was a guy, but I continued on. He licked my cock from the tip of my dick to the bottom of my nut-sack. Then he aske... me if I would return the favor. I started to have second guesses, but again my curiosity got the best of me, and before I knew it; I started to lick the top of his dick. I then put it in his mouth. I only sucked the top of his dick(which was bigger than mine). I wish I could tell you I enjoyed it, but at this point I felt more obligated than. I could tell that it concerned her—almost scared her—that I had bested a man so much bigger than me, even if he had been thoroughly drunk. ‘It’s called Bartitsu. It’s a mixed martial art that originated in 1800s Britain as a form of self-defense. Thought we told you about it, Mel and I took it as a class together starting in freshmen year,’ I watched her carefully as I spoke, ‘Are you concerned that I know it? Or are you concerned that it isn’t just breaking sticks and punching sandbags like. I looked in his eyes. Seeing the lust in his eyes I nodded. He pulled the bow on the robe letting both sides of the robe fall back exposing my naked body. Oliver straddled my hips and took both my breasts in each of his hands. He squeezed them softly, biting his lip. "You have great tits, Brooke." I smiled and blushed, letting his hands explore my body. Oliver climbed off of me to look at my bare pussy. He opened my legs and crawled inbetween them, putting my legs on his shoulders. He hooked. "Someone had to do it." More nodding. Another voice said that it was long overdue. I was really nervous for Jennifer, who seemed to be pretending to ignore the conversation. She must have been torn between her love for Tom, if you could call it, and her friends.It was my turn to speak. "So... how *bout* those Niner's!" The whole group rolled back in laughter, attracting looks from a couple passing by. Overhead, a jet was slowly drowned out by the sound of the rolling ocean waves, calling.