And my plastic cup of beer--allracing for the same exit at the same time. It was a painful reminderthat if I didn't hustle, I'd have a serious case of...girlishincontinence. Geez, it was raising my blood pressure. I hurried into thebathroom to pull up the skirt and meet my new plumbing.Also in the suitcase were hygiene products that I'd never paid anyattention to before, but was suddenly aware that I might need fairlysoon if the girl started her period. That image in my mind createdanother. I didn’t notice but now she was out of her pants and fingering her own pussy. I wanted to see it so I asked her to lie back and I saw what has to be one of the best pussies I have ever seen. It was shaved completely, and there were two small lips protruding with just a hint of wetness. I opened those lips and her whole honey-pot also opened. I spent some time licking, fingering, tonguing and kissing that pussy. It tasted so good, looked so good that my cock reminded me that he needed to get in. They began to say guttural, almost whispered instructions to the two fucking on the mattress. Things like, “Yeah, fuck him.” And, “Pound that ass!” And, “Stretch that hot hole open.” One young man, about five twinks to my left, had been moaning louder and louder, and suddenly said, “Oh, fuck! I’m gonna cum!” As all of the rest of us turned to watch, the boy next to him leaned over and quickly took the shuddering cock into his mouth. The orgasming boy threw his head back as the twink in his lap. Alsover moaned again, and this time her legs slightly parted. As Timothy looked at his hand sliding down towards her hips again, he caught a glimpse of a meaty brown lip, lazily hanging again the inside of Ms. Alsover’s thigh.Distracted, his hands slid down along her spine until they reached the cleavage of her behind. He quickly moved them up to her shoulders again, but kept staring at the inside of her thighs. He now was able to make out a patch of mottled brown hair, and the rim of a fleshy.