She scissored me and pressed our pussies together, then started rocking her hips. All I could do was arch my back and mutter some words. I think I h...ard myself say “Fuck me!” but I couldn’t be sure, not that it seemed to matter to her.I got close to cumming when she stopped. I think my moaning and muttering begged her not to stop and she dove between my legs and started eating me. She wasn’t just licking a few times as an excuse for foreplay like someone else I knew, she was feasting on me. It was true. Mark watched himself – that's me! – being orally and anally assaulted by the blond and tonight's host! He watched as his right hand jerked the blond, and as his mouth was stuffed by the older man's dick. God, his cock is so huge! He also couldn't take his eyes off his own dick boldly hanging out from the way-too-short shorts, and could now appreciate just what the older man, the blond, and the joggers had been so riveted by. He had to admit: he looked pretty good, hot even. Fuck!. She returned to the living room and looked at me with some annoyance until I moved down to the other end of the couch. She took her place where I had just vacated and gave me a smug smile of approval."So, I hear you and Momsie and the Squirt did the beach thing yesterday?" she pulled on the last half of her beer as she paused from her question."Yeah. I replied, "We went down to Huntington and rode as few waves and caught a few rays." I tried for surfer chic with this comment, but might have. "He's ordered a drink," murmured Sharon as she looked over Danny's shoulder towards the bar, her hand dropping away from between Danny's legs.Danny glanced around to see a tall long haired man picking up a bottle of beer from the bar. He was dressed in black jeans and a black leather jacket."Okay, kiss me again," instructed Sharon. "And this time stick your hand up under my t-shirt." What?" blurted Danny in surprise. It wasn't everyday that a hot, busty chick asked him to grope her tits like.