"I heard you stirring and figured you would be hungry. I ate something earlier." You are the best, no wonder I love you."She blushed at the compliment... and offered me an angel-lite kiss after she balanced the sandwich, a large glass of ice water, chips and salsa to the table."If I eat like this every day, I'm going to get fat." Not with Brenda and I working you over like yesterday, you won't!" Where's Joanie?" I convinced her to go home. I got her as far as her deck before her hammock caught. I gasped, my eyes shot open and I was immediately slammed back into reality. It was not Anya! I was staring at an incredible brown breast. She knelt by my head, leaning over with my cock in her hand and mouth. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, big, hard nipples boring into me. I could smell her, Opium mixed with sex and I couldn't quit coming. It felt like it went on forever. When I finally stopped she slowly pulled her mouth off, cleaning me with her tongue, then sat up with a smile.. Moving behind her upturned rear, and withdrawing the fingers from her now open ass, with both hands I spread her cheeks wide and worked the head of my wet member into her, waited a moment, then motioned for her to take it from there. With a low groan she pressed back against me, taking my length inch-by-inch until my loaded testes lie against her sodden cunt. I felt the movement of her hand as it insinuated itself between her widespread thighs and began massaging her swollen clit before she. At this point, Artie took about four shots and was clearly tipsy, so I cut him off. I took about five shots and was feeling good. I asked him if he wanted to leave the kitchen and go to the living room. When we sat on the couch together we turned on "American Dad" but it didn't matter because we were making out in a matter of seconds. We were fully dressed but I sat upright as Artie sat on top of me grinding his hips while we kissed. Artie really liked kissing, but so did I. I could've frenched.