I then picked up my brush and started to run it through my long brown hair. It was mostly straight but as it got to my waist my hair began to natural...y curl though everyone thought I did it that way. I finally finished and put a small green ribbon in my hair which gave me the look of some child from those westerns my mom usually watched on the weekends. Then I picked out some ankle socks and a pair of shoes that were white with a little yellow on them. Even though I'm eighteen I often. AHHHHh GINA, Greg yelled out loudly. I looked to his cock to see it jerk two or three times. His cock started to shoot clear sticky stuff from it as I pumped on it. Some landed on my thighs but most ran down my hand. I left go of his cock and Greg grabbed it with his own hand. Greg pumped at it some more getting even more fluid from it. Greg stopped pulling on his cock and he slipped it back into his swim trunks. He turned and walked to Sam and they both looked to me. I was wiping his cum from. Bill surprised her by taking her to his club. It was very elegant and not as busy as one would have expected on a Saturday evening. The patrons were clearly of middle age to senior. Happily, the menu was similar to their recollection of Ambrosia. There was a three piece combo playing light jazz and the atmosphere was exactly what Bill wanted. His courting of Zena Wildman had resumed. It had been a quiet Bill Orton at dinner. He thought she might talk about her life, but held back, seemingly. Pulling my shirt over my head I discarded it and stepped out of my trousers. Taking her mouth from my cock Ann reached and grabbed my hands, pulling me down on top of her as she lay back on the floor, spreading her thighs wide in an open invitation. “Give it to me!” she growled urgently, “Give me some of that fat cock you’re so fond of sharing!” I moved up over her and was reaching to guide my cock between her parted cunt lips when David called “Hey! Not so fast!” “Too late to change your mind.