”In response, the sergeant nods his head in the direction of the room and enters something on his notepad.“I don’t remember seeing you around,�... one young man says as he hurries up to me.“But you invited me, Jeremy,” I reply. “Don’t you remember? You said this would be a world class fuckfest and you wanted some real nympho women here so you could take one up to your room.”“They all slapped his face and said no,” one of the other boys says with a laugh.“But I didn’t,” I say with a smile. “Let’s. Oh wait, he is!Anon pulls his tongue out letting some saliva dripping out of Caveira mouth. He brushes a strand from her forehead and just smiles at her. This is all he wanted. Caveira. One of the most beautiful girls he could imagine. And now he's making out with her. Her lipstick already smeared. Anon touches his lips and looks at his finger, revealing to him, that the lipstick smeared on his face. He looks at her body from up and down until suddenly he sees something dripping off of her. I started to associate the exact same thoughts with the way that I felt with my first experience with a toy in my ass to the fingers I'd had. It was an extraordinary feeling and I assumed it'd be the same for her.I slowly started inserting the head of the faux penis in her pussy and I must say the sight was incredible. Her clit was engorged and throbbing as a result of all of the rubbing I'd been doing to this point and her luscious pussy lips were glistening from her own juices and being. Margaritas were the host’s drink theme of choice for the evening. I prefer wine because cocktails can be a slippery slope. One too many and I’m regretting something the next morning. The men emerged from their hole, smelling like liquor and cigars, to resupply their snack stashes. One of wives, now precariously teetering on the edge of “one too many,” started complaining that the men always played cards and left the women out of the fun and games. She was challenging the status quo. All she.