Not like an upset stomach, but that?s as close as anything else as a way to describe the way I felt. Something was wrong, but it just didn?t match any...symptom I ever experienced before.?You?ll be hungry in an hour,? Jim insisted. ?We?ll try White River like Miss Bright Eyes suggested.?We drove to the Tulsa Exposition Center, at the Fairgrounds, about five miles from the airport. We parked and walked into the large structure, built in the early sixties to house exhibits for the International. I eased my hand under her skirt and started to pull her panties down. She left my cock and knelt up, swiftly divesting herself of her panties, then dropping her head back to my cock like a starving person with their first meal in weeks.I gently guided her so that she moved her legs over onto my seat, her hairless, shaved - there was a little stubble but not enough to be uncomfortable, pussy over my mouth. I reached up and pressed her down onto my face, licking and sucking at her clit, then. In no time Fritz’s knob had fully entered Hans’ mouth and throat, as he pounded away contentedly. From the sounds and actions that Hans was contributing it also appeared that Fritz’s face-fucking was wholeheartedly sanctioned. Locked in this ‘rank refuge,’ Hans’ hands eagerly pulled Fritz’s hips into his face, as if inviting Fritz’s knob to delve ever deeper into his throat.The feeling of having his epiglottis banged into submission aroused an incredible excitement in Hans. It was as if a yin. He is a very considerate guy that way. They have only one child. Why would they even take such a step?’ She asked, taking another sip. Since we were childhood friends, we knew each other quite well. Betty, Veronica, John and I had been together since second grade. It was strange watching us together, Betty and John were white with blue eyes and golden hair, while Veronica and I were dark as the night. Even in grade school we knew we were going to be friends all our lives. It hurt knowing that.