“Why?”“How often have you been on top before?”She thought. “Once or twice with Trevor, the guy I went to London with.”She understood immed...ately, and hugged me hard.We sat up, drank our now lukewarm cocoa, settled down and went to sleep, she spooning me.The snow didn’t lie deep and white and pristine that Christmas morning, in fact it didn’t really lie at all, but there were patches of white on grass which reflected the light of the rising sun, and at least it had snowed and we had seen it. After a little while Mike pulled away and got off the couch. He kneeled down in front of me and pulled my legs apart while moving himself between them. He grabbed hold of my cock gently and gave it a little stroke before he sunk it deep into his waiting mouth. It felt so good as his wet lips clasped around my hard cock, his tongue running down the underside of my shaft as he swallowed my cock deep. I felt like I could explode there and then. He began to suck my cock up and down slowly at. Finally he was spent. I stood up, cum was dripping down my chin and onto my tits. I just smiled and rubbed the cum over my tits until they glistened, my mouth open in ecstasy. The slut loves cum, Chas told them. Suck me, bitch, another man said. He took out his huge, swollen cock and began to rub it. I moved over to him and knelt down to suck it. I began by licking up the pre-cum glistening on its head before taking it into my mouth. The man groaned in pleasure as he watched. Other men began. Je sirotais ma derni?re bi?re et jetais ?il un oeil sur ma montre, d?cid?e ? partir d?s 22 heures. Ce n'est pourtant pas ce qui s'est pass?. Je ne me souviens pas de ce qui est arriv?. J'?tais assise discourant avec mon interlocuteur, prenant du bon temps. La derni?re chose dont je me rappelle c'est que je me suis r?veill?e samedi matin dans un lit allong?e au cot? d'un mec. Je ne sais pas ce qui s'est pass?. Je savais que j'?tais loin d'?tre ivre, je devinais qu'on m'avait drogu?e. Je jetais.