I didn’t know I had that much cum left in my balls. She never missed a drop and when my cock started softening she raise up and said “That was a l...t of cum juice. When was the last time?” I replied “About an hour ago. My girlfriend gave me a blowjob just before I left.” “Did she swallow it all?” “Yea she did.” She sat up, looked at her boyfriend and then said “It’s his turn now.” I looked over and he had his very sizeable cock in his hand and was slowly stroking it. He had to be at least 8” or. I nonchalantly slid my fake I.D. back in my purse, happy he didn’t question my age. While waiting for the drinks, I scanned the room again, admiring the beautiful dresses that some of the women were wearing and noticed that more of the older women chose longer, more formal evening gowns, while women my age opted for the shorter cocktail dress. It must be a generational thing. However, I loved how their more formal attire added to the feeling of the exclusivity of the event. It was fun to. He leaned in and kissed her on her lips. He could kiss too because she felt the same kiss again. She came unglued. She wanted it all. She knew it. He picked her up, carefully, and he laid her gently down on his bed. He undid his shirt for her. He removed his pants too as she watched. He had such a nice frame on him. She looked him over, twice. He smiled. She smiled too. “Would you undress me too?” she said. “I would be more then happy to,” he replied. She was undress, bra and underwear too. He. Lawrence looked at me, and flashes me a smile. “Don’t stress sweetheart, that was a Lysine pill.” I begin to think back, Lysine, that’s that pill that helps your immune system. The real pills are back at my place if you’d like to join us for an after-party, anything you can imagine, it’s at my place. I begin to relax, but my mind is racing wondering if he’s telling the truth or just stalling so I can calm down and the pill can take its effect. My hands are still tied together, Rob’s next to.