Smitty was hollering, “Ain’t that a beautiful thing: swallows and cleans up her own mess.” he never stopped pumping my pussy.“ What’s all ...he racket in here…whoa!” Joe stopped at the bathroom entrance. I could hear Russ behind him, “What the fuck Joe, what’s going on?” Smitty pulled his cock out quickly and yanked me up off the bed again turning me to face Joe and Russ. He dragged me off the bed to the floor. I tried to stand, but he ordered, “On your knees whore.” Both their eyes. He never said anything about it. We have a New Years tradition at our house. As a couple meets under the mistletoe they have to kiss, and the one to break the kiss has to drink from the bowl of courage. Its straight booze, and after a few shots, you get all kinds of courage. Anything goes, and the crowd cheers the loser, boos the winner, and chants as your drink another cup. We had six other couples over. Id already broken away from two men when a stranger who came with another couple caught me. What the hell is that supposed to do you dumb slut? The robe was sosheer everything was there to see, merely tinted by the thin material.My God this bitch just begs to get fucked by whatever cock is handy.After drying her hair with hand held hair dryer she laid on the bed.It only took a few seconds and her one hand was on her breast softlycaressing the nipple and the other softly playing with her pussy. Shecould feel herself getting moist and she slid a finger into her slit andsoftly massaged. The MC walked over to Mr. Russia he was shorter than most of thecompetitors left he was dressed in a royal blue bikini. "Mr. Russia wasAleixi Puskin a eighteen-year-old with long dark hair. He was formally astudent with the Kirov Ballet in St. Petersburg now an airline steward.His hobbies include ballet and gymnastics." The television commentatorsaid The last of the four was Mr. Scotland he was a redhead with piercing greeneyes he was dressed in a green swimsuit he was number 29. "Mr..