‘Daaammn! He loves that dick. Good little sissy.’ one guy went. ‘Fuck! You a natural, ho!’ the guy in my mouth, whom was the guy I recognized ...rom the bathroom earlier, screamed before grabbing both of my little schoolgirl pigtails and forcing his veiny pulsating erection down my throat as he came in my mouth, and I greedily gulped every last drop. I took a drag on my cigarette. ‘Good to the last drop’ I said, exhaling and licking my lips. This guy backed up a bit, to take a breather. Then it. I want you to formally meet Consuela, who is a professor of Western-American History at Arizona State University, and one of the leading authorities on Arizona history, as well as the culture and history of the Indians of the western plain.”“I’m impressed,” responded his secretary. “Did I understand from our earlier conversation that you were working in the National Archives?”“Yes, I’m on a research sabbatical, and one of my projects is research regarding a new movie.”“A documentary?” asked. Now totally disappointed I sat back and returned to watching the lucky guy on the other side. While I was watching something flashed in my mind – let me try something else.I dropped my pants and boxers to the floor and stood placing my bare ass about 6 inches from the large hole facing the guy who was stroking himself. It only took about five seconds before I felt fingers gently touching my bare skin. At first I stood still and let him gently rub me, and then I moved closer to him. His touching. Experimentally, he pried a finger in under his cock, wedging it into her vagina next to his prick. That in itself felt damn good. It made the fit of his cock in her tunnel even tighter."My asshole, goddamnit," Judy insisted harshly.Paul grunted and resumed his search. It was hot and wet and sticky and slimy back there with sweat and Judy's copious secretions. He found something and poked at it experimentally.Judy convulsed, fire lashing through her. "That's it!" she moaned. "Shove it in me.".