Then it seemed like no time when I got out the third bottle. We were all having a great time passing the whiskey around and talking about everything...and anything. It was obvious the k**s felt like adults and they seemed to be coming out of their shells. I also wondered if maybe they were getting drunk. Either way, though, it was great to have them be so open with us, a nice and welcome change, so neither Claire nor I wanted it to end. I guess that's why I don't even remember getting out. As it opens it's mouth further to stretch to the other shoulder, my left shoulder is pulled tightly to me. He stretches his jaw just around my right shoulder and my nose is pushed into his throat. The pressure around the top of my head is giving me a really bad headache. It's also very hot in the snake's throat. I always thought snakes were supposed to be cold. Why else would they be called "cold-blooded"?The snake presses forward again, rotating to the left this time. My right tit is in. Well my dear slut, you followed instructions very well. You look very hot and ready to fuck. I have sent my wife to her mothers house for the weekend so we are free to do anything that we feel we will enjoy. These are my friends. You have no need to know their names. You may just call either of them Sir and you may still call me Vic. Joan looked at the men. One of them was much like Vic, a little on the short and chubby side and in his late 40s or so. The other was a very tall and slim black. “When I saw you sucking that psycho’s cock it made me so angry! The truth is that I was just as angry at myself, though, at what else the sight of you slurping on his dick made me feel…” Marcus’s words trailed off, drowned out by the cadence of their bodies, his testicles slapping against her thighs as he savagely thrust himself once more into her tightness. She moaned happily, clasping her hands to his shoulders and drawing him in deeper still. “Yes, baby. Fuck me…just like that. Tell me how.