He took my hands at my wrists, held them over my head, and pressed his body against me."I can smell your pussy, you know," he said, breathlessly. "And...I'm curious to see what you taste like."I shuddered as he kissed me again. His tongue invading my mouth, probing, teasing, tasting. I felt my nipples stand up and press out like the buttons on a winter coat against his chest. One hand held my wrists, the other began to unbutton my blouse and vest. I knew it was wrong, I was letting this stranger. I loved my family, but I couldn’t wait to get out of there and have some actual experiences. The hunting lodge on the lake was a great memory. It was a large house, meant for two families that we always stayed in when we came up. Which brought back more memories of the other huge part of this experience, the Stratfords. Bob and Sue had been friends with my parents since before I was even born, so of course they were like family. Them and their son Jack had been coming up here with us for as. She then did something she also normally didn't try. She swallowed each shot, increasing the suction, each time.Jim was spent, for the moment. Somehow he continued to lick, and soon found himself sucking her clitoris. His tongue was dancing in rhythm with the sucking movements of his mouth. Annette lost her grip as her second orgasm exploded her being. She was thrashing her body about with each new lick.Annette took some time to recover. She wanted him to stop. Then again, she could not bring. Her body tensed up with the feeling of bliss flooding every part of her hourglass figure. Seeing her in so much pleasure made me extremely horny. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long until she returned the favor. She stood up pushing me back into a chair that matched the style of the couch. She crawled on top letting out a moan as she slowly slid down my throbbing manhood. Her warm, wet, tight pussy enveloped my dick like a hot blanket. She began to rock back and forth on top of me, seeming to.