You feel his blunt fingernails rake across your skin, and the burn feels so good you have to bite back a moan. You drop your head as your bodies move ...lickly together and press an open mouthed kiss against his neck. He tastes like sweat and soap and skin and it's fucking intoxicating. You suck on that pale expanse of skin, leaving angry bruises that you occasionally soothe with the flat of your tongue. Brian whimpers when skim your teeth up his throat, licking wet lines up his skin and leaving. We heard a voice telling us to keep quiet and sleep. We froze in the dark basement for several minutes, waiting to make sure there was no more movement upstairs. As we waited, Beth couldn't control herself, she had opened her bag, spread her legs and was rubbing herself. Susan moved out of bag, no naked....she had removed her clothes. I watched her on all fours creep up between Beth's legs. Susan flattened herself and buried her face into Beth. Beth played with her tits. I moved up behind. We high fived and I fucked the girl I was having fun with and watched how my fucking he changed her horniness and also Sam's pleasure. I soon dismounted this fine young lady and moved on to help my friend James with Christina on the couch. She was blowing James, who motioned me to come over. I sat down next to him to which he told me to get up. He laid down flat on the couch and told me to do the same in the other direction. Our cocks nearly touched but Christina took both shafts into her mout. Dad and Cindy would have helped more than my vassals as well, though their absence was not as keenly felt as that of my grandmother. The Rite consisted of the thirteen of us sitting in a circle around Holly, holding hands, visualizing her as a sexual being. When I expressed confusion over what exactly that meant, Wendy explained that the only written account she'd been able to find had been performed on an elderly couple, and it might not have been so trivial a detail in that case. Yet again, I.