I couldn't help but slowly slid my left index finger down to feel the mature juice, and worth it, I must say it was. Her unconsciousness never sto...ped her from shutting down her juice factory. I lifted it up to smell it and while doing so, slightly rubbed against her imperfectly round, plump, and thick tits. It smelled of heaven and my mouth watered as if asking - begging - to taste that natural juice from her insides. Slowly, looking at the unconscious face, I slid my fingers into my. ‘Maybe not as slim as Trish, but still pretty slim,’ he continued. ‘I wonder…’ He looked at Ben and smiled knowingly, ‘…if she really was with you last night, or if she lied for you.’ ‘I…’ Ben started to offer an explanation. Tim raised his hand. ‘I’m not saying that again, ever, to anybody. And I haven’t told anyone else,’ he said. ‘I know Nancy. She’s a class lady. She’s my wife’s best friend. There’s a name I don’t know and I’m not sure I need to know. I will say that if I was involved with. I want to know what it’s like to have another man’s cock in my mouth. Besides, the girls want us to." "I know,” groaned Tom. “Just because the girls want us to, doesn't mean we have to do it." “Doesn’t it?” I said. "Have you ever sucked a dick before? I mean, you’re older than me,” Tom asked as I moved closer, lowering my face to study the swollen veins of his thick shaft. As one of my fingers ran across the largest vein and then up to the head, where I examined the slit, I said, “No,” then. I watched him take dick after dick, horrified, but still extremely turned on. Men were finally cumming in him, one, after another, after another, after another. Before I knew it they were bent over and he was barebacking them. And I saw a side of Tyler I had never seen before. This cute, punk boy, unleashing an ego I had never heard of or seen before. Screaming at the top of his lungs “I am the fucking hottest shit on the planet”, “fucking beg for me to fuck you”, “worship me as god”,.