I was gung-ho for theshots. Bring them on! We were next to each other on the couchtossing back Mexican fire water like it was running out of a hose.... I was really feeling good, like maybe,just maybe I could score with this girl! She knew how to party and I was game, but after a few shots, it reallybegan to hit me and I decided I had better hold off on any more. ?Come on, don?t wimp out on me, lets do more shots, you knowyou want to, how can you refuse me!? she laughed and gave me her best. I had to drive an old VW bug .it was a piece of junk but it got me where I needed to go.Early Friday morning I helped Curt pack their luggage into his car and watched them drive a way .i wanted to run back into the house and change .it was all I could do to resist the urge ,but I knew I would have plenty of time to dress up .I m 5’9” 160 pounds, brunette hair and light brown eyes .my name is Robert, but when I dress I call myself Jazmine.Mom was not fat but she did wear clothes were lose. When his huge lips suctioned onto my ear Harold pushed a massive thumb into my mouth, securing my head between his to hands. I sighed like a contented baby with two large pacifiers, one in my mouth and the other in my backside. With his fat tongue exploring every crevice of my ear I suckled on his thumb. Harold kept a steady tempo going as his knob caressed my sphincter. I had never experienced anything more heavenly in my life. ‘Oh god, please don’t let this stop,’ I intoned in my mind. With. Taking his time he savoured her as he moved up, letting his tongue slip deeply into her slit before licking up towards her rosebud. Pleasantly surprised by the earthy flavour her found he ringed his tongue around her tight little sphincter. Angie’s response to his ministrations was a deep low, nearly growling, groan of pleasure. And as he rimmed her sphincter, her body again rewarded him with waves of energy. Rising to his feet, he laid his hand against her lower back and she clenched the.