They all looked good enough to eat. I felt my cock growing in my pants. I did love women. I loved to have sex. I did only have that on my mind most of...the time. I had many drinks and was feeling really good. I noticed a girl and a guy staring at me. Finally, she had the nerve to approach me. “I wondered if I could buy you a drink.” “Sure. The name's Al. What’s your name?” “Charlotte. Nice to meet you.” “My boyfriend and I saw you and wanted to talk with you.” “Where’s your boyfriend?”. Then, without warning, my little sister began to twitch her hips, the movements becoming more and more pronounced, and the next thing I knew, she was shaking and trembling violently, still forcing me tightly to her crotch. As if all that weren’t enough for a teenager that had never experienced a woman in orgasm, Joanne began to howl, softly at first, then louder and more forcefully. Soon, she was bucking like a mad stampede rider. I was helplessly pinned against her quivering pussy, almost. Her motion was indicating that she was ready to orgasm. With a push of her bum up she arched her back and I knew that she had cum in her sl**p. My friend had fucked my wife and she had cum – I was such a fucking loser. Now as each stroke came out I noticed that his shaft was covered in a white frothing substance – the whore had squirted over his dick. Pete was working up to a climax too. His rhythm was picking up pace and he was sweating madly. His balls were slapping up against my wives ass. ‘My goodness, Frankie,’ she commented, ‘I didn’t tell you the day of the funeral, but you look very handsome in that suit. You look like a prosperous young businessman.’ ‘Ah…thanks,’ Frankie replied, blushing. ‘You look pretty terrific, too.’ Kay was wearing a calf-length button-front dress with a navy and white vine print, with a ribbed spandex bodysuit under it. The dress fit her slender form loosely, but didn’t hide her lovely figure. ‘Thank you, Frankie,’ she said. An hour later, they were.