Each plate is placed under my cock, and warm custard is poured slowly down my shaft to drop onto the pudding. On occasion, she offers my cock to anyon... to clean away the custard remaining on it.Three different ladies oblige with their tongues. They are applauded. One bites my cock, hard! Three times in different places. I find myself begging for more. The teeth marks are shown to those who want to see them - most of them it seems. Now others want to try. It hurts. I cry out, but I beg for. While you are rubbing my cock through the boxer-briefs I feel myself grow harder and strain against the soft fabric. You slide off my boxer-briefs and slip your hand over my cock. I can feel it trembling under your touch. You look me in the eye one more time and give me a little wink. As you kiss the top of my cock I try to push forward but you hold me in place. I feel your lips slide over my cock and feel your tongue darting over the head. You slowly suck me at first. As you speed up I close. Each group of three sat together facing the other, leaving, he noticed, each with a clear line of retreat to their fellows. All appeared to be sitting in comfortable and evidently relaxed positions, although Igwanda noted that the aliens could afford this militarily much better than the humans; they could arise almost instantly by merely flexing their hindquarters, whereas the humans would have to first gather their legs beneath them.Schooling himself to disregard the gross physical differences. "Now, what the hell?" I thought.Michelle came out from the kitchen, looking radiant, threw her arms around my neck and held me very close."How do you like my surprise?" She introduced me to her younger sister, Sarah, who was also visiting for the weekend."Sarah is celebrating her eighteenth birthday this weekend, and I thought it would be fun if she shared it with us, so I invited her to come in."Sarah was a little taller than Michelle, and her facial appearance was just a little softer than.