If I kept groping my cock through my jeans I'd spurt in my boxers. I was so turned on right now.“Yes, yes, yes!” Marissa gasped, shuddering.“Oh,...Marissa, you're so naughty!”“My clit! Suck my clit!”Linda made such obscene, sucking and slurping sounds. Her hand slid down Marissa's inner thigh. My eyes widened as my girlfriend jammed her fingers into Marissa's snatch. I caught a glimpse of Linda's slender digits vanishing into pink flesh.“I'm going to cum!” hissed Marissa. “Finger me! Flutter. Out of the clear blue you swoop down and say, "HEY! You want to be friends?" --I don't know you! For all I know, you could be an axe murderer! Or worse, you could be Keith Alexander, and you just happen to have ME in your sights at the moment! I certainly don't want to be friends with HIM. Then on the other hand, there's the old saying, "Keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer." I don't KNOW Keith Alexander; for all I know he may be a really good friend to somebody. I'm. After yet another hit of sweet smoke, and another popper hit by me, He bucked his hips and shot an enormous load of cum that rocketed straight to my stomach. His dick was halfway down my throat at the time, but he grabbed my head and made sure my lips were all the way down in his bush when he shot his second load. His dick throbbed so hard it stretched my mouth with its thickness. Again and again. Fifteen loads, if I counted right. And another ounce I squeezed and milked from his softening. ”At the same time I can feel one of the women sliding the zipper at the back of my dress down as it falls to my ankles and I step out of it. “Your ass in that g-string looks fabulous Sarah. You didn’t tell us what a good ass you had,” someone is telling me as I lick and kiss Julian’s nipples.“Now watch this Sarah, we are going to finish unwrapping your gift for you, one of the women tells me as Julian stands with her hands on her hips with her back to me. One of the women undoes the zip at the.