“I’m going to cum,” I said after a few minutes. My drunk friend slipped off her panties and turned her back to me, her hands on the countertop n...xt to her friend, who was still being pummeled by the guy behind her.I rammed my cock into the shaved and very wet pussy in front of me, as my partner grabbed the hand of her friend standing next to us.The guy next to me nutted. I could tell the moment he came. He slapped the butt of his partner and pulled on her long hair, which made her scream. Her. She new what she wanted, and she wanted Dave. Dave was average in the looks department. He was tall, reasonably skinny, dark hair and dark eyes that you seemed to get lost in these covered with a set of trendy glasses. He was also incredibly interested in Sarah, yet he could never build up the confidence to talk to her about, well pretty much anything. Sometimes, they would catch each others eyes across the dance floor, and both would shy away. Neither would make the first move. One particular. Why?" Do you listen to the sermons?" What are you getting at?" Grace frowned. She knew that Madelein was nervous by how clammy her hand was."If you go to the right church, the man in the pulpit preaches on what Jesus said about forgiveness."I am not Jesus. I'm a woman who gets hurt easily," Grace replied."No, you aren't Jesus but you should listen to His words. It's all about love and forgiveness. When they had crucified Him, what did He say? He asked the Father to forgive them because they. And you are especially lucky because ... I DO LOVE TO GIVE HEAD! So I’m looking forward to tomorrow as much as you & maybe more.”We draw straws that Monday morning and I go third. Damn! But that’s okay. In less than forty-five minutes I’ll be holding Beryl’s head in my hands and fucking her lovely mouth.When I enter her hut, my cock was already rock hard with anticipation and Beryl on her knees waiting. She smiles up at me and said, “So you’re number three. I hope you’re ready.”“I believe I.