The minister in church on Sundays preached against the sins of thought but he was just as filled with that certain feeling when Betty and her friends ...erformed for the spiritual group get-togethers on Saturday mornings.The cheerleader outfits were fairly modest in appearance but of course they were dreadfully short and the slightest bend at the waist revealed the skimpy last line of clothing defense to be woefully inadequate at hiding their female assets. Betty had made this basic problem more. Gradually we started to experiment and finally after coaxing it out of her she told me that it was a fantasy of hers to be with more than one guy. So one night when we had all been drinking I sugessted the idea to her and one of my friends jon. Jon loved the idea and after a little reassurance she was keen too, she ent off to the bedroom and Jon and I had another drink. After a while Rachel walked back into the lounge wearing a black and red matching set of stockings corset and panties . Jon. Kill me now I thought again. I really savored the end of this one, allowing a full ten minutes to pass with my cock still inside of her slowly shrinking. I was completely shocked, she wasnt as drunk as last time, and she hadnt stirred once this time. I felt invincible. Maybe it was because of the hard pounding I had given her before hand, maybe that loosened her up. Whatever it was, it worked. Finally my dick shrunk completely and slid itself out of her. I could feel a stream of my cum exit her. Don't cry now, Don't you cry, don't you cry anymore, la da da daSleep in the starsDon't you cry, dry your eyes on the wind, la da da daBird Song — one of the most amazingly beautiful songs Jerry Garcia ever wrote. But Moira was singing it in heartbreaking fashion while sitting on the bed next us. I was lying down, holding Saralinda, who was still out, though at this point, it was simply sleep. Troubled sleep. Every few minutes, she'd start REM dreaming, and often would thrash about in obvious.