I could have eaten her up right there.Jenn went right to the side of the building where the guys had been yelling. I could see a window open on the se...ond floor. “Hey,” Jenn yelled. “Hey, where did you all go?”Then faces appeared at the window. A couple of guys and a girl leaned out, all holding glasses or bottles. “Hey sexy, “ one of them said, “what can we do for you?”“It’s more what we can do for you,” said Jenn. “Why don’t one of you come and let us in and I’ll show you what I mean.”It took. We all knew our limits with one another, but we were grateful to be with one another. It was a typical dinner for the four of us, about 2 hours, only over 5 years later. When it came time for desert, Carl excused himself and went to the living room. He returned with a bottle of grappa. He always had a little bit of grappa in the espresso after dinner and this was not going to be an exception. It tasted like it always had, strong, substantial and different. Italian moonshine with a strong. Then she looked over at the guys at the tables and grinned knowingly at them. He stepped back to let her up and I could see the size of his cock. It stood out in the pleat of his pants. It had to be nine inches. Thick. Curved. She stared at it before she got up to dance with him. She smiled up at him and looked back down at his prick. Debbie studied it. She spread her legs invitingly, giving him, and them, a clear shot of her cunt in her skimpy g-string, half her cunt hair exposed. Debbie got. CRACK!"Two. Thank you Mistress. May I have another?" Where is Beth's tongue?CRACK! This blow went between her legs and actually caught Beth on her tits."Three. Thank you Mistress. May I have another?" Get busy, cuntlicker." Sara told Beth. "Eat her pussy now, or I will start whipping your tits even harder."Debbie suddenly felt Beth's tongue inserted into her pussy, and soon was working wonders on her clit.CRACK!Debbie was crying now."Thirty! She sobbed. "May I have another?" Well, since we are.