Kristen was a beautiful, big breasted blonde with a beautiful ass. Her boyfriend was such a dick to her. He’s my fraternity brother, and I thought h... was a better person than that. Whatever, Kristin came in Camille’s room just to sit and drink a glass of wine with us. She was upset, talking about how cruel Andy was to her, and then it became awkward…Kristen asked Camille if I ever made her orgasm. My girlfriend was a bit tipsy and responded to her question with a response that startled me.. She was gasping & her boobs were rising up & down with her every breath & I was crushing those till she became normal..Then I asked her to suck my penis & make it ready for the final performance. Tough I am not a bull I can sustain for some time & she slowly took my penis in her hands & started moving it up & down & slowly bringing her mouth towards the penis…She engulfs the penis in her mouth 3-4 times & as I did not want to leak there asked her to stop & asked her where she would like to be. It gave him only a single shot, but at least he wouldn't be helpless while he cleaned his revolver. He also took his cleaning kit from a saddlebag and the sat back down.Drawing his revolver again, he pulled both the barrel and the cylinder off with practiced ease. Taking care of the three chambers that were still charged, he carefully cleaned out the two he had used and also cleaned the barrel. He then applied some oil to the working parts and reloaded the two empty chambers. Finally he. On your stomach." I leaned over the worndesk, its edge biting at my pelvis. Face pressed against the surface, the scentsof polish and use filled my senses. I had assumed he was to paddle or spankme... I should have learned not to assume. I heard him moving behind me, thesound of a zipper, a belt being undone... I should have known. I felt his handsgently graze my buttocks, softly probing at the moisture already present. Ifelt him grab the nape of my top and tear it open, ripping the buttons.