"What about you, Sis? Bill said he got the flutters for you in high school. How did you know he was the one?" Feels like we're playing truth or dare, ...o I'll take truth," laughed Sue."Brad, the fact of the matter is, I never liked Darrel. You remember him, the big know-it-all macho guy. I had flutters too, but they were for Bill. The problem is he would never ask me out. He hung with Darrel and it was always Darrel asking me out. I only went out with Darrel to make Bill jealous. Apparently it. Are you applying for the job?"Of course this wasn't a serious suggestion, but Mirella thought what an excellent opportunity it would be to slip through his security net and get inside his fortress. She was sure that Pussy Galore would have jumped at such a chance to get inside the lion's den, even if it meant becoming a sex slave. But she thought it would make her intentions too obvious if she agreed. So she just said, "I'll think about it."Mirella suggested that they'd go to her apartment. One right after another, they came, filling their respective holes with loads of come. Juice dripped from each hole of her body and she couldn’t have loved it more. Her body was well used, but the pleasure was immense. Spike was done, but he told Stacy that she was not. Not everyone in the bar had been serviced yet. He then said that anyone who had not had a turn was free to use Stacy however they saw fit. Stacy was about to object when she had a cock fill her mouth. Another cock rammed into. It was around 11pm by the time we were settled in. All of us were pretty buzzed and having a great time. My bud and I have known each other since our first year of college and I have always wanted to suck his cock, but I never wanted to risk our friendship, so I have always been very hesitant to make a move.The conversation started to lag and we were getting bored when all of the sudden his girl said, “Let’s play strip poker!” Ok, I have seen a lot of shit in my life, and have done some pretty.