We are such sluts!After recapping the night a bit more, which was basically just a long explanation of how much of a black cock slut I had become, Jes... said that she had to leave.Once she left, I curled up next to Big Daddy and put my hand on his softening black cock, "you aren't going to leave me for her?" I asked."Don't you worry your pretty little head about that, Alexis. You are my girl. But a adding a friend or two to the mix every now and then is always fun." Ok good, I just needed to. I hadn't paid to much attention to him, as Ken and Ed were taking care of most of my sexual need, but now was a different story. Ken had told me that Don had thought I was a good looking gal, and that he wouldn't mind fucking me. I hadn't paid to much attention at the time, though he had patted me on the ass a few times. Ken told me that he knew I was fucking him, but didn't tell him that Ed knew. Don had been working out of town on a job, and had finished it, and so was home now without his. .. at this particular time ... resided in London ... England ... not London, Ontario, Canada. Mail ... regular mail ... mail with a 2 cent stamp ... went by boat. AirMail was far too expensive. By boat usually meant a Liner like the Queen Mary but sometimes it meant steamship ... as in tramp freighter. Tramp freighters have no set schedule ... they are opportunists ... they go where the freight is.Mail by Liner was five days ... steamship might be five weeks ... and that's after getting to New. ’ ‘I vote for something that let’s us continue drinking,’ Carrie chimed in. ‘I’d like to spin the bottle with you.’ Carrie had the hots for Simon and had found the perfect opportunity to sidle up beside him. ‘Hah, a much better suggestion!’ Simon put his arm around her shoulders. ‘Truth or dare!’ Each with a new drink in hand, they sat down on the carpet. ‘Alright, house rules. We alternate truths and dares, and the spinner decides the challenge for the lucky recipient. If the spinner ends up.