The knees of my jeans were already grimed with whateverwas on the floor. I raised my ass off the stool andpushed my jeans to my ankles. I thought abou... takingthem off, draping them over the stool and sitting onthem but a vision of the cops pounding on the doorkilled that idea. I turned to face the door. I started stroking number three with my right hand. Mycock had been rock hard since I’d slipped that firstcock into my mouth. I squeezed out a huge drop of pre-cum onto my fingers, looked. Then I took him in my mouth. I moaned at the taste. Peter was in another land and I knew I was the reason for him to be there. With an abandon I had not felt in a very long time I moved my tongue licking him from the base to tip. Peters hand found my hair and his hands knotted themselves in it as his hips rose up and pushed him deeper into my wet mouth. His hands pulled gently, urgently at my hair as his hips set a rhythm moving into my mouth. Yes, I wanted his seed, but not here, not yet. I. Before he knows it, she is forcing his cock to bust into her. With a loud grunt, Eric unloads his cum deep into her hot pussy. She pinches hard at her nipple and begins to rub her mound. Her orgasm doesn’t seem to be coming. Amber isn’t so easily frustrated though. She lifts herself off of his cum covered cock. She turns to him and gives him a deep passionate kiss. Off into the house she goes. In the living room she digs through her bag full of toys and grabs finds her waterproof vibrator. She. I'm hoping that it is the wine, because I know that in a few minutes I will feel the effects as the alcohol is absorbed though the walls of my colon - which happens much faster than just drinking it. Pretty soon, I feel like I am floating on a cloud - an effect that will last for several hours, slowly tapering off before the end of the day and with no hangover. I learned to dilute the wine four to one after my first session, when I woke up the following morning laying on the floor in my own.