Renee was moaning and grasped Heather’s head with her hands, pulling it closer to her cunt and writhing as Heather’s tongue lashed her wet pussy. ...��OH, yes, Miss Heather, it feels magnifique!’ Renee cried in heavily accented English. ‘Oh, yes, Miss Heather, lick Renee’s cunt!’ William said, fisting his hard cock. Renee climaxed and Heather turned to William. ‘Now you will fuck me, and Renee will watch.’ William looked uncertainly at his fiancee, spent and lying on the floor. ‘Of course, Miss. I'm far from a vexillologist but I felt certain such rainbows could only mean one thing: the national flag of the merry ole land of Oz. I should have known with so many guys wearing Judy Garland tee shirts.The city felt so alive, gay even. Music seemed to flow from every direction. Back-to-back I heard "All the Young Girls Love Alice," "YMCA," "Lola," and "Walk on the Wild Side." But the most boisterous reaction came when strains of "It's Raining Men" lilted through Washington Square Park. Men,. We picked up Mark from his dorm and headed on down the road. The rideto his place was going to take about eight hours. Chrissie had worn a sexylittle cotton blouse with shorts. She was set to tease that morning, andwe got an early start. I knew that she wasn't going to be able to containherself along the way for that entire time.We stopped for gasoline at a convenience store in Mississippi early inthe trip.Mark had taken on the job of filling up the car, since he had offered topay for part. "I clear my throat, "That really means nothing, what is it you're trying to say?" Hear me out, I won't say anything to anyone but I know you and Chris are fucking. I want to join in." He swipes a finger across my chest and wipes cum away and into his mouth, and says "Whose was this?"Chris is behind me by now and stares at Canon with interest."Ahem, mine I think," as I shrug.Canon takes off his shirt and pulls his pants down and off as he steps forward revealing a nice looking piece of meat. .