I slid over closer to Pat two so I would not miss a beat, Pat’s head was a blur and Paul was leaning back with his eyes closed. I have no idea what ...he fuck happened but just sitting there watching I started to moan along with the two of Pat. I could smell Pat’s pussy juice on Paul’s face and just wanted a taste. Honest! So I just started licking the juice off his chin I could taste Pat and it was wonderful, licking the cum off Paul’s face. Then something happened that I had not counted on Paul. "Follow that," Claude said, but the boy already was.Renee watched as he struggled up the stairs. He was thin- if he had any muscle, it was not very defined- and both the box and his wavy blond hair conspired to hide his face from hers.She wanted to ask Claude what was going on, who were these people, but then more arrived.It was another man, short, with a pronounced widows peak. Claude greeted him like an old friend, and directed the two girls carrying his luggage with another bot. They were. I've never squirted but the juices were flowing so much that I felt he had a hard time keeping up with them. His gulping of my juices was so erotic. I closed my eyes so tightly as my orgasmed engulfed me. His sucking on my clit was frenzied as I reached down from my death grip on the bedspread and pushed his head deeper between my thighs. After 30 seconds or so my climax faded and my grip on him relaxed. He licked and sucked my pussy for another 5 minutes it seemed. Gingerly. I was totally. A big coffee table. A quick peek in the room lets me see it spans a full side of the house. A dining room area is half hidden by one of those rice paper hinged divider walls and I saw the black painted fridge hidden in the corner behind a breakfast bar. The other door on the left is an office/den with a love seat and a desk. Another hall that leads to a door to what I assume is the glassed in anti room and the huge garage I saw when we got out of the Uber. He enters the last door on the.