Just as hot as all my favorite 'Lit stories. Earn it, he told me. work that dick, earn my cum he told me. I started to suck with a renewed purpose, in...ent on pleasing him. He grabbed my head and started mashing me down, forcing me to take it all the way in, he did this at irregular intervals. This forced compliance was thrilling to me. I kept bobbing up and down, wanting to please him, needing to finish this, wanting his cum so badly.Tell me what you want, he demanded again. Tell me what you. Joan saw a large communal table with about a dozen uniformed sailors at it. I sat at the bar and watched Joan approach the table. She spoke to one of the sailors and he got up and gave her his seat at the table. The sailors cheered Joan. Joan got a glass of sangria and raised it up and called, "Anchors away boys." Some Mexican dance music started and Joan pulled one of the sailors to the dance floor. She called, "Aye Caramba" and started shaking her hips to the music. The next song was a slow. Aaron was sober, but planned on changing that real soon. We were going to get ridiculously drunk and stay up all night. Aaron’s margaritas were strong. REAlly Really strong. But Erica sarah and Rachel were downing them, so in an effort to not look like a pussy I drank 2 or three. Pretty soon they were gone, and so were Aaron and Rachel, they had apparently snuck off to the guest room down the hall. The alcohol started to effect me, I was a little tipsy. We were playing a drinking game that. "You might could say that," Jack responded a little nervously. Job or no job, he was about to cross into unchartered waters here most likely. "I'm sure we'll meet you in the bar then, about seven? Wear something provocative." Jack almost hoped that if she did, Alan would be focused more on his wife during the evening. But the fact that Alan had singled him out during the meeting, without even seeing his wife, told him otherwise.Even Jack's eyes almost popped out of his head when his wife.