I saw Dixie and Ron on the floor, Dixie on top now, bent over and her ass just begging to be reamed. I don't know if it was the alcohol or the weed th...t gave me the balls to do it with Ron right there, but I spit in my hand, and began to rub her brown hole, while gripping my cock with the other hand. It was still pretty slick from Amber's cum. I positioned it at the hole, wondering if I was going to get into trouble for this, when Dixie's hands came around and spread her butt cheeks. Taking. She motioned me to sit by Her head and watch how one is supposed to eat pussy. The person who was eating Her was giving Her their all as She was bucking off the chesterfield and really fucking their face. I watched with rapt attention as this person continued to give my Lady a most enjoyable ride. It was when they finished that I discovered that the person in my Lady's lap was a most wonderful looking young lad as he looked up at Her in some sort of animalistic stupor and then looked at me with. If I had stayed there,for maybe even one more day, I had serious doubts that I would stilleven be alive. Oh sure, thoughts like that could easily be chalked up tothe overactive imagination of a sixteen-year-old, but I think in my caseit held a bit more weight.When I was fourteen, my parents died after they had been broadsided ontheir way home from dinner by a girl who thought it was perfectly fineto be cruising down city streets doing sixty miles per hour while havinga lengthy chat on her. Wearing her top low, revealing her perky cleavage. She also rolls the top edge of her yoga pants, making the seam ride up between the cheeks of her bouncy ass. I watch her lean into bins. As she extends her arms, her shirt rises showing the small of her back and the top of her various coloured lace thongs. I catch myself fantasising about worshipping her perfect mocha body. After years of imagining, I decide to invite her for a few drinks and a sleep over. We’ve talked and joked about it enough.