His face betrayed no hint of his thoughts. My thoughts were all about how wet I was. How easy it would be for his cock to slide into my empty pussy, a...d what that would feel like? Especially with the chrome plug filling my sensitive ass.“Everyone’s had a go at me except you and Curly. I think he likes to be teased,” I said. “But yo-”“Teasing is not my thing,” he said. “I just wouldn’t be able to control it, if I started. And if it were allowed, you’d be happy with a fat cock in your pussy.”I. Or if she did, I didn't want the aggravation of telling her!Sarah saw a nice little pasta restaurant down the hill from the hotel, and we sat down in the Italian chain and ate cheap pasta dishes. Rhea and Simon were scandalously flirting with each other, as the waitress brought their food. I glanced over at Sarah who just smiled at me, watching the two teenagers tickle and fondle each other.I snapped at Rhea who scowled at me in return; I felt uneasy at the close intimacy between them. I could. With one hand still holding the newspaper open, he jammed his hand down on her head, causing her to take his full length in her throat. She gagged, unexpecting that movement, as he held her head there for fifteen seconds. Her eyes began to water when he released. As she gasped for air, he pushed her down again, until his balls were the only thing still hanging out. He held her there for even longer this time, his hand gripping hard on her hair. Becca could feel herself getting wet as she could. And last, but far from least, Tom (an older fellow who was near thirty!) who played and taught masterful guitar. Add to these 'musicians', Keith with his marvelous sense of irony... and a young Latvian refugee (whose name I never learned to pronounce) that filled the air with dark, poetic laments over the post World War II loss of his country.A truer conglomeration of mutually supportive, mixed levels of knowledge and expertise, couldn't be imagined.We'd gather, usually atGeorge's apartment.