Happy birthday loser." He opened the box and was delighted to see a nice collection of PlayBoy magazines. "Shit dude, this is awesome. Hey, I've go... some Jack we could sip on. Let's just get hammered haha." I pretended to think about it for a moment, of course I was down for getting belligerently intoxicated. After drinking a fair amount of whiskey, we both plopped down on his couch and started talking about our girl problems. Thomas had just gotten out of a long relationship and was. I plunged my shaft deep into Tanyas cunt and it slid in easily. Tanya flicked her head back and moaned. Oh my God, you are so much bigger than Mike. I finally feel filled. She screamed. I leaned over the top of her body grabbed both of her hanging tits and started to ride her like a horse. My wife was wide eyed as she watched the both of us buck around on the couch. Once Tanya found her rhythm she turned her attention back to my wife clit. Tanya was such a big woman that she easily held me in. To his dismay however, the small prey was not only able to keep pace with him, but the blade it was using was also long enough to nullify his own reach advantage. So, instead of going on the offensive, Corsuuli found himself desperately defending against a series of strikes and blows that constantly caused his own blade to move out of position to allow another cut to swiftly heal. Yet it also had him frantically looking for a way to escape as his reserve of the nectar of life was fast running. She was in no hurry to get dressed, probably assuming I was watching. I was never sure at the time. Anyway, she walked over to her sink mirror and started posing. She was doing those poses pin-up girls used to do where they thrust out their breasts and stood up on their toes the better to emphasize their legs. Of course, Mrs. Jessup, who was French, had beautiful legs. The kind that would make any boy of seventeen moan with pleasure. I continued whacking off, which I had been doing ever since I.