She was moaning loudly now, I knew she was going to cum and second, I pushed my fingers in deeper, and slipped a third in, harder and faster I slipped...them in and out, and rubbing her clit as fast as I could, her body tensed, her hips bucked upwards, she screamed out in pleasure. As I removed my fingers, hot juices flowed from her pussy down onto the bed and I immediately licked them up, tasting her cum. "Fuck me" she panted, I didn't own a dildo so the closest thing I could see was the vodka. She had a few favorites who would get her head and gag her, shoot a load and she would swallow every drop. They were usually the last ones in, she got those who came quick out of the way first. Then to the bedroom and I would change windows. I wore a dark camouflage head and face cover, to keep from being seen. So I got the up close look at the action. In the bedroom those she knew would not last long were usually first. When finished she would tell them to go home, no more tonight, unless he. They were at the bar and recognised me from my photo, we shook hands, then got our drinks and found a table in a quiet area.We chatted for some time about various things before the conversation moved to all things sexual, I told them what I liked to do and have done. I said I was very surprised to get a reply as I’m nothing exceptional just an average guy a didn’t claim to be a ‘stud’ or anything. He said they weren’t looking for that type of guy and this was when she told me something very. )“Yeah, right, like this’d work,” Ranma said. That he’d taken the battered old brass lamp to the most secluded place he knew of (the top of the Flem building - where he kept his “favorite possessions that Akane and Nabiki and Oyaji must never ever find”).With most teenage boys this would be a small box under the bed or concealed under the shelf where their futon was stored and would contain dojinshi and a skin mag, as well as items that had a special personal significance. In Ranma’s case it.