" Anchovy! That's so rare today. I thought I was the LAST to enjoy them." Really? I love the prickly and salty flavor. Are you here alone?" She seemed...younger than when she taught my French 5 class seven years ago. It was more than the obvious weight loss."Yes, but I'd like some good company." Well, I hate to disappoint, but I'm here alone too so if you'll settle for me..." Let's see if she's still flirty."Of course I meant you, silly. I'll be over there. Waiting..." She bumped me with her. I smiled and shook my head as I paid the driver."Thanks. And welcome home, uh...sorry, I can't tell your rank from here," he said.I smiled. "Private third-class. But my name is Jack." Ok, then welcome home, Jack." Good to be here, my friend. Thanks for the ride."I got out of the cab and grabbed my duffle bag. Still smiling, I walked up to the door and knocked. Almost instantly, a familiar face greeted me."Jacky!!" Hi, mom!"She threw the door back and hugged me hard. She held it for several. When I came back there was Sarah running the taped handle of the bat through her labia and teasing her clit.“Not yet,” I said. “Yes Sir,” she replied. We began our play with a large cucumber, moving on to various bottles, inserting both the neck and then the bottom end. Sarah loved the hard, cold smoothness of the glass and the girth of the bottle stretching her. With a Corona bottle bottom inserted in her hot wet hole, she took matters into her own hands. She had a firm grip on the bottle’s. ..Feeling like a dirty whore i once again thanked them for letting me have their spunk,and they laughed as drunkardly they staggered off zipping their pants up. Alone in the backstreet the realisation of what id just done began to sink in and my cock grew hard as i thought about what a slut id been,still with the taste of the last guys spunk fresh in my mouth , i needed a good assfucking more than id ever thought possible and i swore the next guy to come round that corner would soon be up to.