Mark could see everything he had always wanted to see and was pleased to notice that a considerable amount of slick fluid was seeping out from between...my girl parts; he admired the clean hairless peach of a pussy and longed to lick those plump little labia. Marks cock swelled in his trousers as he considered ravishing this innocent vulnerable slip of a girl but first things first as he adjusted his rigid organ so it would lay comfortably against his belly. Mark cleared his throat as he spoke. “I think I can toot my horns on a song or two. I’ve got my saxophones in the trunk of my car.” Jennifer traded in her Ford Ranger pickup for a metallic blue, 1977 Toyota Celica just before school started in September.“We, uh, better make it eight, Sammy for people to get to your place. I still think with this many people on a Friday night, it might be tough...” I said as I waved my hand over the thirty to forty students milling about.“Eight is good. We’ll find something to do ‘till then, if. Karen blushed. "Are you sure you don't mind? You're not going to think bad of me after I do this are you?"I shook my head back and forth as I walked toward her, taking her into my arms I hugged her, told her I loved her and that her enjoying the sexual attention of a group of college boys wouldn't change that. We kissed and Karen hurried out of the room and into the shower.About 7pm the guys arrived, all six of them. When they all walked in Karen's expression started out in eager anticipation. I sit on my knees, in front of him, my face covered in his spunk and feel like I’m in heaven. This incredible man chose me for this, deemed me worthy and I feel honored, treasured, on a strange high, that I’ve never experienced before. “Stay here,” he instructs. His tone is kind, a caress on my senses. He’s only gone for moments, returning with a warm wet towel. He squats next to me and slowly, with care, cleans my face and neck, making sure all traces of his cum is gone. One part of me feels.