We were energetic. We were hot and sweaty as our naked bodies rubbed against one another, satisfying the deep-seated lust in our loins. We didn’t ut...er a single word, and yet the room was filled with sounds… sounds of pleasure.“The only way to survive the Jammu winters is with alcohol.” This was the argument often given by adults to have booze served at every party. That night my parents were out at one such party. Despite being adults, our parents considered us to be too young to drink. So. "Ohhhhhhh....Mandy....mmmmmmmmmmm.......I'm cumming, baby!........"Patric Green was still hardly able to believe his luck. He was sitting with his hand covering the bulge in his pants as his sexy wife ate out her best friend's pussy. It was almost too much for him to bear and every now and then he had to squeeze his cock head through his pants. He watched closely as his instructions were obeyed without question. Not only had Mandy complied willingly, but now her friend's body was quaking. If he saw one that he wanted, he would continue cruising; checking out the hookers while drinking beer with a hard-on in his pants was as thrilling to him as actually having sex, so he would stretch it out. When he was down to only two beers, he would finally pick up one of the women, and before they went to a hotel or his house for sex, Kyle would have them point out girls who were legitimate hookers and those who were known to be, or probably were, undercover cops. That is how Kyle managed to. I was on the main road, totally naked. There were houses everywhere; I just stood looking around, loving the whole thing. Eventually, the section of my brain not controlled by my vagina came back into action, and I realized how bad it would be if I actually got caught. I ran as fast as I could back towards my house. I reached the cover of trees and stopped running. I felt so bad and nasty. I looked down, and I could see that my pussy was absolutely soaked. I walked back to the pool and jumped.