She was down on her knees as she gracefully wrapped her warm silk lips around his throbbing cock which was about 9” long and 3.5” wide. She could ...ot manage to fit the whole of it and therefore circled her tongue around the head of his cock which went deep down towards her throat. Baba grabbed hold of her head and moved it back and forth, fucking her mouth. As her silky lips squeezed his cock trying to forcefully suck the juice out of it, she wrapped her hands around his butt pulling it from. It sounded like they were playing games, I ignored it until I heard "ok, truth or dare", I was not sure who said it, but I listened intently. "truth" was the response, "have you ever let a guy get to 3rd base?" whats 3rd base?" someone asked & they all laughed.I was doing my best not to make it obvious I was listening, but still too far away from the vent to make out who was talking.I missed the response, DAMN!Now my curiosity was going, I got up to go to the bathroom, it was right above where. Bill had a moment of insight and asked, "Was it green paint?"Susan nodded miserably. "Yes," she said in a small, defeated voice."Wow," Bill said looking at Susan's back and slumped shoulders. He wasn't sure if he was looking at a natural disaster or just an incredibly unlucky person. "Wow," he said again.Susan turned into the third door on the right and Bill followed her. They had trouble getting anyone's attention because everyone was looking out the window. Bill couldn't see what they were. I danced like a crazy woman with too many men all night and ended up having sex with a guy I didn’t even know in the back seat of my car. The next day I woke up with a splitting hangover, but I remembered every detail, and I also remembered what a sexual charge it had been. I was hooked on the excitement of living dangerously, it had to have been those experiences from my younger days. I couldn’t justify it, all I could do was accept it. I started going out one night a week, usually.