As they made their way to the friend’s apartment, Gillian felt the hot gaze of horny, wasted men. She just laughed as one guy practically threw hims...lf at their feet, and stepped over him. They decided to mingle together, until Gillian felt a bit more certain of herself. The party was well on its way when they arrived, boasting about 100, to 150 people. They fought their way to Isabella’s friend’s apartment, and snagged a few empty cups from there. Jason, Isabella’s friend, was there, dressed. After going for about 5 minutes of fucking her tight ass he said he was about to cum. She told him to pull out so she could swallow it because she loved the taste of cum. He went a couple more minutes and pulled out pulling off the condom and busting a load into her mouth. She stroked his cock to make sure she got every bit of cum. But she didn't stop there...She continued to keep sucking his cock until it was hard again. He climbed on top of her and began to slide his dick between her tits. “Oh, but I got us somthin’ else, Fred.”“What?”“This,” the diminutive house slave announced showing the vessel.“A gourd,” Fred laughed. “This ain’t just no regular ol’ gourd. This gourd is filled with some of Massa’s ‘finest Madeira wine’ as the missus would say,” Roman mocked her for a portion of his statement.“You sound just like her,” chuckled the five-foot-ten-inch, two-hundred-twenty pound man.“Go ‘head and take you a drink. I’se get some after you.”They continued sharing alternate guzzles. My Grandma taught me and, when we were kids, used to make me an' Peter and my sister Gracie sing with the children's choir. Playing guitar is the only thing other than football that makes sense to me all the time. I don't get school, I don't get women, I don't get life in general. Football and music, I get.I don't get Lisa. One minute she's rock solid, the next she's a fuckin' whimp. She still won't tell me who left the bruise on her arm last month. It wasn't me. I know that. I did leave one -.