Amy picked me up and had Taylor Swift blasting on the long drive to the farm where their friends were hanging out. We arrived and the driveway was com...letely full with trucks, some big and lifted so high with monster truck sized tires. Some were smallish but covered in so much mud I couldn't tell what color it was. Amy parked her red Honda Civic on the street and we walked up the crowded gravel driveway to the house. We went straight to the backyard were there were a lot of guys, at least. As she flicked her tongue across my clit, I started to moan louder and breathe faster. It was as if she knew my body as well as I did, and each careful kiss what exactly how I wanted it. Her fingers found their way to my clit as well, rubbing as she continued tonguing it. We started to create a rhythm as my hips rocked with her steady licks. She put a finger into my opening, and I was thrilled by yet another sensation. I inhaled sharply and began rocking my hips down onto her hand. Encouraged. I’d lost track of John, but wasn’t worried. He wasn’t prone to wandering off. I was about to look around for him when I heard the drum set start up. I looked around and saw John sitting there like he’d done all this before. And ... he was playing that set to the background music that was always on in the store. As I watched and listened, I realized it was as if he’d been playing drums for a while. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and hearing.At some point, Sol turned up the background music. Ruthlessly, he yanked the top of her robe off her shoulders. She thrust her small hands into his hair, pulling his mouth from hers. She arched her back, presenting her breasts to him. He cupped one in a hand, massaging the tender skin with his experienced touch. The other he took into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the hardened nipple before suckling it. “More,” Cyrene demanded, and Mark bit her nipple none to gently. Instead of the angry cry he expected, her body jerked and she cried.