In all honesty, I have to admit I am addicted to cock in a completely shameful way despite the beautiful and plentiful pussy all around me ready to ta...e my face between slender shapely legs and allow me to lick my way to the finish line.My Captain is a stunning former model from Las Vegas that is usually amused by the numbers of young pretty recruits willing to rim her rear portal with their busy little tongues. I did it once when she was just finished bathing in diluted milk mixture that was. I feel her moving, nearly undulating, on the couch. I look down our entwined bodies and see another's arm, nearly disembodied in my enhanced state, snaking up from the direction of the floor. There is no hand attached, the arm seemingly ending just above the wrist as it disappears under the unbuttoned fly of her jeans. The arm moves, flexes, moves. Her body writhes in concert with the movement of the arm.I struggle up to a sitting position, and the scene evolves into something more real, more. "Oh yes. Obviously, I'm not that Oscar Goldman." Obviously, since that was fiction." Some of it was. Some of it was based on real events. For example, SteveAustin was a real person."Gramps looked pained at hearing that name."Gramps? Did you ... know him?"My grandfather, who was one of the strongest people I met, looked likehe was going to break down and cry."Sorry," he managed.His friend looked uncomfortable, and said, "I.. let you talk to yourgrandchild alone."He left, and my grandfather came. I quickly tried to stand up but my knees gave way and I fell back to the floor. One of the men stepped up to me and pushed his own hard cock deep into my mouth. I was too tired to stop it and almost didn't want to. I was sopping wet at this point and it was not from the shower overhead. I aided his pumping with a few swirls of my tongue until finally he pulled out and came all over my face and chest. By now I knew that I would not be able to get away and just waited there as the next one walked.