She told us, "Utah has all kinds of strange liquor laws. I'll just take all we could possibly drink tonight to be on the safe side."We were given thre... consecutive connecting rooms. Wanda had me in the middle this time, and came into my room from hers a few seconds after I opened the connecting door. I opened the door to Sharon's room, but she knocked on my hallway door instead. I opened the outside door for Sharon, who was carrying her wastebasket filled with ice. All three of us had a tall. "And bring Buddy, too." Buddy and I walked down the road to their house. I wore a light blue Polo and a pair of clean tans cargo shorts. It was hidden from the road by a privet and a long driveway. John welcomed us at the door and took the bottle of Merlot. John was dressed nearly identically. He ushered me in. The house was beautiful with a high beamed ceiling and a wall of windows that looked out to a pool and a beautifully landscaped private backyard. Emily came out of the kitchen and gave. En he screamed loudly that he fucking loved it! Kevin stopped pushing when his cock was in halfway. He knew that normally the guys he fucked could not take much more than that. And pulled it out again. Put some more lubricant in my ass and pushed himself back inside again. Again only halfway along his huge black cock. He filled me well, and started pumping it in me moderately hard. I kept moaning and begging. Erik-Jan shoved his dick deep into my mouth. "That'll make you quieter.", he said. On the other, a blow-job was sex too, so was it so very different to take his cock in my vagina as well as my mouth? I’d swallowed his cum; swirled its thick, gooey saltiness round in my mouth; tasted it in my throat. Surely just letting him squirt it up my cunt was less intimate, not more?All these thoughts spun through my mind in much less time than it takes to write. Matt looked at me, the girl next door who he’d known for years, his cock still rock-hard and ready. I knew he wouldn’t do it.