” I massaged her thighs with my hands, swirling my tongue over her clit. She grabbed my hand and squeezed her breast with it. Jenna’s moans grew l...uder, her bucking against my chin grew faster…I was so fucking wet, one of us had to cum… The footsteps coming from our cabin did not stop us. The men walking into the balcony did not stop us. I felt strong hands grab my hips, bending me over without pulling my mouth away from Jenna’s soaking throbbing cunt. A thick hard cock slid between my thighs. As I started walking across the lawn, Kevin asked if I could grab a bottle of Kentucky Bourbon from my place we had sipped on a few weeks back. I turned around to retrieve a bottle and he shouted after me to just come on down to the basement as the guys were already starting to arrive.I walked across the yard and back into my house and ran down to the basement bar and grabbed a couple of bottles of bourbon as I headed toward the front door I heard talking from our upstairs bedroom. I quietly. I was walking up to the counter and I saw one that was cone shaped and it had a base on it for it to stand or to be used as a handle I figured. It was soft rubber with a thin top and coned out pretty dang wide. I just had to get that one and grabbed it and took it to the counter.I felt kinda embarrassed as I set them on the counter and the girl asked me if I wanted anything else. I told her I needed to find a blindfold and something to tie her down with. She came out and took me back to the. The new, mysterious, cool kid. I made friends but kept it casual.I didn’t have time for them; I had two needy women at home.Jules served me. And she loved it.She cooked, cleaned, sucked my cock, massaged my back, rubbed my feet, and told me stories.I loved it; I loved her. She had the time for me that my mother never did. Her home cooking was more than nutritious; it was true love. Providing, feeding, caring for us all.We had sex on Wednesdays. Fucking Wednesdays, even now it’s my favorite day.