I found her juices almost oozing out. I separated her pussy lips further, wiped her hole with my tongue and swallowed the juices. She was writhing in ...leasures. But I could not shoot my tongue into her hole. I tried by removing her panty in full, keeping one of her legs hanging down outside the berth. May be because she could not separate her thighs widely due to less width of the berth and the uncomfortable position in which she lay, I could not succeed in sucking the inner walls of her. .” “Don't worry, no one saw your naked body as we were heading back here,” Becca answered. “And I'm a pretty safe driver. No one was going to pull me over and get you in trouble.” “Good,” I replied. “I hope you had a great birthday, sweetie,” she told me. “I did,” I replied. “And thank you. You know, you really are an amazing girlfriend, Becca.” “I know,” she said. “I'm a cheerleader. And let's face it... cheerleaders know how to have fun.” At that moment, she tossed her panties at my face,. Jason touched her tenderly. “What language was that, babe?”“Romansch.”“How many do you speak again,” asked the Wake Forest alum.“Seven,” she reminded him.“Oh yeah. That’s right! You’re a polyglot.”“Yes,” she smiled with her eyes.Jason counted with his fingers as he said, “English. German. French. Italian. Romansch. Spanish. Uhh...”“And Czech.”“Oh yeah. Anyway, I wanna fuck you good!”Jason grabbed Fiona and tossed the dolled up crossdresser onto the bed. He climbed on top pinning down her arms. One, two. three, four! He erupted inside her, giving her another great load of baby gravy. It hit inside of her hard enough that, if there had been room, it would have splashed. She still couldn't figure out why she hadn't gotten pregnant, again. She had taken cum, of all colors, by the gallon. It hadn't done a thing to or for her. At least she was enjoying collecting cum from all their friends, AND certain strangersShe felt Joe's spasms cease. She lifted her self from him, his now flaccid dick.