She draws harder and takes the flood of hot semen that jets from his eye to back of her throat. She takes his head into her throat feeling his swollen...head pulsing against the stretched walls of her throat, as more cum bursts down her throat. When the flow subsides she releases his glands from her throat but holds it with in her mouth to lick away the remains of his cum savouring the always salty but always unique taste.They both move up onto the bed. Embracing and kissing he can taste his own. That plan was shortened when the snow began to fall and the temperature dropped making being outside in wet clothing a very bad idea even if I was exercising. So with a change of plans to take it easy at home, I watched football while working on the assignment Steve gave me, along with my school assignments. For the most part that was what I did with the exception that Brodie had me go out with him to a late lunch after we checked on the cattle. After that it was back home and more research on. He brought 4 other guys and a woman, who surrounded me and groped me all over as they striped one by one, to show five large cocks and one massive strap-on dildo. I was thrown onto the bed on my back, my legs were pulled over a set of shoulders and a cock rammed up me, no preparation this time just straight in to the hilt, the only lubrication being Alfredo's spunk left in from the first fucking. As I opened my . I tore through the drawers,but then remembered that Denise and Susan had replaced all my formerarticles with feminine ones. I began to panic, but then I thought ofthe storage boxes in the basement. All of our winter clothes werestored in there. Surely they hadn't thought of that. I bolted down thestairs to find that I was mistaken. Not only that, but instead ofclothes in the boxes, there was a note taped to the top of one. Itread, "Sorry, Diane. Good little girls only wear girl's clothes,".