“Why don’t we sneak away downstairs and have some real drinks?”Sophie’s mind-numbing sadness dissipated immediately and quickly transformed in...o excitement. “Are you serious? The wife won’t berate you?”Connor laughed. “I’m allowed to drink as much as I want on the holidays. Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year’s. Lucky me, right?”Allowed to? Clearly, through that brief, sexually tense encounter they had both experienced ten years ago, Sophie couldn’t deny that Connor was a dom at heart. The way. The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I was in my tent. I thought back, and vaguely recalled waking briefly as I was being lifted, falling asleep again before I even figured out who it was that picked me up. Someone had carried me into my tent and tucked me into bed. I was embarrassed, but also felt sort of warm and happy that one of my companions had taken care of me. I briefly wondered who it was, assuming it to be one of the guys, but decided that asking would be even more embarrassing.I. Looking directly into his eyes, I closed my mouth and exaggeratingly swallowed his cum. He smiled as I ran my tongue along my lips trying to collect any stray drops of cum that escaped and exclaimed, “I just love the taste of your cum.”I guess Harry must have felt as if I was messing with him, that he couldn’t fulfill me as well as his friends because he told Tom to finish up, that he was coming back for more! At this point, my confidence was at an all-time high and I knew I could handle. His lithe muscles rippled as he toweled his head. The main attraction was hispacked crotch. I could tell it was mostly soft and he definitely had his father's genes when it cameto dick. I swallowed hard as I instantly fantasized what it would be like to suck his cock. Iquickly reverted back to reality and mumbled, "Do you think you ought to be dressed like thisaround me, what if your parents should come back and saw you"."Nah, they won't be back for at least another hour", he quipped and.