I don't know just how much wine I swallowed, most, I think, dribbled out the sides of my now aching mouth because of the O-ring gag and the backward u...natural tilt of my neck and head. It was then that Q told me I had been riding a little more than an hour, which I thought meant he would start undoing me, or at least turn off the power to my asshole, pussy, clit and nipples.Q and I have played together so many times that I’m positive he knew what I was thinking. Offering me another sip of. She clamped her parted lips on her little girl's cunt like a suction cup on a drain and began to suck hungrily, drawing the juice out faster than she had been able to do by just using her tongue on its own.Her tongue stirred and snaked and slithered up the cunt as her lips sucked greedily on the outer rim, French-kissing that foaming pussy worshipfully.Holly undulated, bowing and bridging, squirming and wriggling in rapture. Her cunt had never known such sweet sensations, such ardent attention.. I rule. ‘I think we should start over,’ She said seriously. ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Like, now the origin of US, that is if we do become like a couple, our origin is me getting drunk and naked.’ She said, sounding somewhat ashamed. ‘No. I think our origin is me coming to the rescue. And besides what’s wrong with getting naked. I do it all the time…’ No laugh on that one, but maybe the seriousness overwhelmed her humour. I can only hope. ‘You’re right. That’s one hell of a way to start. See you. My wife, Lorry, is lightly snoring beside me. This wasn’t the first time I had masturbated to the thought of having Kimi in bed. My wife and her best friend Kimi, had had a sewing day, and I knew they hadn’t eaten any real food (nothing unusual), so I stopped by the store for some pre-cooked dinner. They got together every week, and every week it was the same routine; I would get some fast-food or pre-cooked meal, and we would all watch a movie or something before going to bed, Kimi sleeping.