I could barely keep my breath. She was good, amazingly good. Even jerking myself off, I never felt this way. She eased on down, and slowly put her lip... on my cock. Taking the head only, teasing me."Fucking-a!" I said.She smiled and took my whole seven inches in her mouth. Man she was good. I'd had some good head before, but this was something else. Nina Hartley couldn't suck a cock this good. She was sucking me well, stopping to jerk my cock."Slow down," I said, "You might strike oil too. 'What if I measured it?' she asked, very seriously.That was a question my light-hearted banter had not expected. I had no problem talking about adult things to kids but this was now a bit too personal. Against my better judgement I found that I was assessing this Emma as I had the other earlier.She was not as well endowed as the other girl; she was shorter, probably just over five feet tall and quite slender. Her most noticeable feature was her long mane of red hair. It was obviously her. I screamed into Jimmy’s kiss as something that felt like a fist slowly entered my greased up shit hole while another equally large battering ram already stretched my pussy out to the size of the Grand Canyon. Or at least if sure felt that way to me. The intense pain slowly subsiding after Sam’s dick was all the way up my ass, and he held still to give me time to get accustomed to it.“That’s two,” Sam cooed in my left ear when Jimmy released me.“Here’s number three,” Pete said.I turned my head,. He placed the cask on a table, banged in a tap at the bunghole, and filled each tankard with light brown, foaming, ale.“We seem to be talking at cross-purposes.” Lord Lane said, “Let us drink our ale, and then you can explain your interest in that scoundrel Metzendorf.”I took a pull at my tankard, and the ale was the best I had supped since partaking of Mister Boddington’s Special Brew in The Grapes at Manchester.“This is excellent ale, My Lord, where is it brewed?”“Never mind that ‘My Lord’.