As she had pointed out, it was my turn in the barrel. The last function had been a 4th of July party and I had gotten sloshed. "I'll just have a few b...ers when we get there and then I'll lay off," I promised. I was of course a little perturbed by this. Half the fun of Jackson's parties was getting drunk and doing stupid things. Staying sober and watching everyone else get blitzed was a bummer. Little did I know how much fun I was going to have that night because I didn't get drunk.We arrived. Harder…(these sounds are even making my dick uncontrollable, just wanted it to make free)Then I opened my mouth and tried to insert her whole boob inside, but it was not possible…with the other hand I was pressing the other one vigorously.Then i changed and it was the turn of the other boob to be licked. Then I put her hands straight behind her heads. I noticed medium hairs on her armpit. It was like ice on cake. I put my tongue on her armpit and started encircling her. She was jumping in. The crew had set up the light and sound equipment quickly and efficiently, and the segment was ready to be filmed. As the two feminine researchers stood where the director told them to, Gavin reached across the table for the cinnamon-scented box. He briefly introduced Kathy and Nancy to the imaginary television audience."Now this is an uninteresting object in its own right. It appears to be a crypto-ethnological artefact. Wouldn't say it's older than the eighteenth century."Kathy grinned. Dimly Simon was aware that he could only feel one hand, and realised that the other was busy elsewhere.Finally she went rigid around his cock, taking him deeply. He could feel her straining, tense like a bowstring in the dark, and when she moaned the vibrations set him off, pumping away into her mouth. She went limp against him and he, too, relaxed his muscles, finding that he'd almost lifted himself into a wrestler's bridge, his buttocks inches off the sofa, heels and shoulders digging deeply.