I was doing it. I was sucking a cock. Two weeks ago I wouldn’t have dreamed of such a thing, but now I was doing it and, truth be told, loving it. I...loved the hardness and smoothness. I loved the salty taste, the thick, musky taste of his precum on my tongue. Matt was groaning loudly now. I knew he wouldn’t last long. But then I had a sudden inspiration: I let go of his cock and, moistened the middle finger of my right hand, lowered it to his still-sopping crotch and shoved the finger straight. But he looked so scared, so lost. I never got the chance to speak with him... More memories come trickling back.I was on stage, watching the boys fuck those hideous bitches and somehow, they loved it? No it can’t be true ... That doesn’t seem possible, unless they’ve gone ape shit crazy.Am I misremembering that part?“Oh damn,” I feel myself turning a deep shade of red. I fucked that green one ... or I tried to ... can’t remember exactly what happened. For some reason I found her truly. It was above average, longer than her husbands, but not as think. She knew she would definitely be experiencing a new dick. It connected to his body at the base with a thick patch of brown pubic hair. Her husband was a hairy beast, so she admired Jeff's man-scaped body. He did not have any hair on his chest, his pubic hair was trimmed and he shaved his balls. She noticed them hanging low between his legs. They looked like two large eggs in his hairless ball sack. It was her move next. . I could smell and feel her dampness. She then lay back and said “you better sort yourself out then”. I was in complete shock but in a complete state of arousal. I was also very drunk and had the nerve to say that the pleasure I got was from sniffing the inside of the gusset.I couldn’t believe it when she took her knickers off and handed them to me and said “go on then, show me”. I grabbed them willingly and took a sniff knowing she wasn’t wearing any now. I was still very drunk as I said I dare.