I didn't want to admit it but I had had fun with Rick, perhaps he wasn't such a bad guy after all.The party had died down dramatically now that only t...e four of us were left. After changing into dry clothes we sat in the living room eating pizza, watching movies and wishing Rick a happy birthday over and over. Around 10:30 Lauren fell asleep, slumped against Rick's chest.He tenderly laid her down on a sleeping bag and made sure her sleeping form was comfortable before leaving her to her dreams.. .. " Sam began to wipe at the man's wet shirt. "Thiswasn't expensive was it?" He winced, realising straight away that itwas a stupid question.The man's hand suddenly came up, grasping Sam's slender wrist. Hepulled his arm painfully around to his back, causing him to cry outeffeminately."Let's see if we can't teach this girl some manners."The Italian pulled Sam's feminine body tight into his, causing hisbreasts to crush between them. He squirmed uncomfortably in his grasp,turning his head. The sounds of her moans entwined with the soft, wet slurping her pussy was making as she ground her clit against my shaft. Her fingers dung into my chest, leaving red marks, and the sudden pain made me jerk my hips upward.Sarah continued to grid, eyes closed. I looked over to Emma; she had four fingers buried in her pussy, rapidly frigging herself, juices flicking out onto the wooden floor.Leaning forward, Sarah flapped her large, saggy tits in my face. I needed no further encouragement to. "Here's something to celebrate with."Josh glanced at the bottle; a nondescript brown label said, "Bell's Ale." It even had an old-fashioned crimp top; Jackie handed him an opener, and he popped the top and took a swig. It was about as far from Bud Light as you could get, sort of sweetish, tasting a little of caramel. "Ye, gods, that's rich," he told Greg."Imported all the way from Kalamazoo," Greg said. "They make a nice little ale, though." Greg, where do you find all this stuff?" Mark.