Beads of sweat glistened on her wet pussy. I pretended not to notice and got on finishing the job in hand. The only giveaway was my raging hard-on i... my tight jeans. "There you go Steph" I said "That's the job done". "Thanks Jim" said Stephanie "Why don't you pop into the house and I'll fix up you some cake I just baked for Lionel". We had a quick coffee and some cake and I was about to make my excuses when Steph asked for one more favour. The washing machine was leaking from the back. The clipboard guy opened the slip an wrote down the name next to the number ... one number at a time.The number slip was stashed in a pocket.AAARRRGGGHHH! Nobody knows when they shoot!“It’s all part of the game. You’ll start when called.”When every number had been listed we all moved over to the Hawk throw.“First runner! Karen Post!”No! I don’t want to go first! I want to watch the others so I’ll know where to go! No! No! No!.The seas parted and I had no choice ... Shit! Shit! Shit! I. I knew full well it was bull-shit ramblings to a bunch of drunken masturbating perverts. However, I was opening Pandora's Box and I loved the potential. My sexual appetite, insatiable curiosity and boredom in my relationship with Kimberley Ann started to control my better judgment. I began to agree to casual hook-ups with a few of the more aggressive, dominate personalities. For whatever reason, this personality trait was prominent in the older guys. I personally wasn't aroused by the softer. Working hard to suppress her gag reflex, she gulped it down, savoring its hot, thick texture She fell down beside him as his muscles relaxed, and he looked at her with a bit of an adoring smile on his face. "Y'know, I was worried we weren't going to hit it off as well in person as we did on the phone," he whispered as he rolled over towards her and slid a hand down her side to rest on her hip. Sandra grinned, feeling full and satisfied. And sleepy. Her eyelids drooped, and her mouth parted.