It felt a little bit warm to the touch, and it was probably worth more than my decoy wallet. Once I got back to my dorm, I packaged it securely in my...luggage, then forgot about it for a month until the semester finished up and I returned to America.Part 2: Drunk Consciences Actually Want You to Get Laid The next month, I was back in America and had managed to get the drunkest I could remember having been. I'd just come home to discover that not only was my now-ex girlfriend Carly fucking. .. After about 6 months of my playing with her arse hole, we had got to the stage where we were having anal sex all the time, and I was fisting her arse a lot and she said 'I love the feeling I get when you shoot your cum up my arse and then shove your fist right up there too and then you mix it around with all your cum and my shit up there too' and I told her 'I could make those feelings even stronger' and she did not even ask me how but just said 'Ok go for it' and the next morning we went to. He had a silky smooth uncut eight inches dangling between his spread legs. He looked up at me after a while, my dick out of my pants, jacking off and he smiled. I dropped to my knees and engulfed his soft eight inches, taking him to his surprisingly hairy bush. He moaned and with eyes still closed, said ‘shut the door’.The next five minutes were pure paradise. On my knees, pants down furiously jerking my 8 inch white dick, I felt him harden and thicken in my mouth until I had 11 rock hard. Her hands are on his chest. Neither move as both just enjoy one another. Her snatch is tight and hot and wet. It heat and touches every part of his rigid organ just as he fills and pushes against her every wall.The slowly, she rises up—just barely—and then lowers back down. “I am so glad I found you,” she murmurs. “And now that I’ve got you, I don’t know if I can ever lose you.”She begins to rock her hips slowly, grinding her clit against his pubic area. Her pleasure is plainly evident as she.