“I expected to hear thoughts of triumph,” I said. “but instead I heard sadness and regret. ‘I am so sorry,’ you said in your mind, ‘but th...re is no other way.’ You stroked his wrinkled face that moments before had been young and vital and then said aloud, ‘I hope you at least had pleasure before you died.’”Her eyes were no longer flaring red. Instead they were awash in tears that were overflowing onto her cheeks. “You were there?” she asked quietly.“I was at the party,” I answered. “Your mind. It was then that I gave myself away as a previous cocksucker. One of the things I like to do when I masturbate is to deep throat a dildo. So when I went down expertly on Jones, I was one of the few in the room that wasn't gagging and I drew a crowd. As I moved gently, lovingly up and down this gorgeous shaft, I could hear comments in the background."God, girlfriend's got game!" "Look at her go!" I hope she'll teach me!" Five says she swallows the cum too." I'll take that action sissyboy, look. You might think that I took Mercedes along with me against Post Office regulations because she was generous with dishing out a nice blow-job before I could even get out of bed.I assure you that were not my intention at all.I was sort of curious to see what Mercedes would make out of my trio of female companions out in the wilderness. I think that at that point, she was thinking they might be a figment of my fickle imagination or some hallucination that had taken hold of me in my pathetic. She got up from her sit and positioned herself between Alex’s legs. She stared at the bronze, beautiful leg and touched them. She groaned at the softness, her lips pressed against the knee. Licking every inch of her thigh as if they were both lollipops. She kissed the inner side of each thigh. Alex groaned in her sleep and Sandra looked up to see that the hips in front of her were heightened. They were known positioned perfectly to her mouth. She stuck her tongue out and flicked the tiny clit.