That's when Frankie started yelling and freaking out. "WHO THE FUCK triggered the "Kill Switch!" Frankie screamed. Michelle and I looked at each other...with puzzled looks on our faces.Then out of nowhere Michele and I felt very warm and horny. We started taking our clothes off and started to approach Frankie with a very hungry look in our eyes like two cats hunting a mouse; our "mouse" was Frankie. Frankie's eyes were wide with shock and a little lust, more so when she looked towards Michelle. I moved my lips along Jasmine's body, moving to her luscious breasts, sucking her nipples hard, still playing with my cock. But it was still limp. I moved to her belly, flicking my tongue around her belly button, and she moaned in pleasure. Come on little fella, I was thinking, but I realized that the same alcohol that had given me courage, had also made me temporarily impotent. Why now? I knew there was no way I was getting hard now as I reluctantly kissed Jasmine's thighs, thinking what to do. She could only imagine what the seat of her jeans must look like. She was so wet and aroused herself from the big cock that was separated from her bottom by only a few layers of cotton and the two more big, hard cocks just a few feet from her. That, and the thought of maybe tonight she might finally get a stiff prick inside her pussy, was enough that she figured her bottom must look like she had sat in a puddle!She had originally hoped that perhaps Dick and Peter might venture off on their. He then laid his head on my shoulder so he could whisper to me and said "My cock has missed you so much, have you missed it too?" I whispered yes and started running my hand up and down his cock in a slow torturous pace. When I came to the head of his cock I would twist my hand a little so that my palm ran accross the head of his now weeping cock. He had so much pre cum that I used it as lube to grip him tighter as I slid my hand up and down his shaft still twising my hand at the head. He.