Just how drunk was she. I thought she’s using drink... as an excuse. She was making the running.Pippa had my cock between her jugs. My cock nearly d...arfed by her honey dew mellows, her stunning twin peaks, her wham danglers...as I got the cleavage press and the mountains of soft flesh pushed into my throbbing cock: it was like her tits were designed for titty –fucking.I was shocked out of my sensual delirium by Kate, grabbing my pecker...and directing it into her hairy muff on the lounge... she. "Water, I need some water," he gasped."Yeah sure, ya can get some from the faucet in the bathroom. Might aswell wash ya face while ya at it. Ya got me smeared all across it," shereplied with a smile.As soon as he got to the bathroom, Bobby dropped to his knees and barfedinto the toilet bowel. He knelt there for a few minutes until thenausea went away. He almost got sick again as his eyes took in thefilth surrounding him. Jumping up, he quickly went over to the sink andsplashed water on his. Do you imagine the moisture emerging? Up and down, you trace, I wish you would push between, but I will wait until instructed. I imagine you are quite hard, my hand still pumping up and down, pausing now and then to spread the pre-cum to keep your head glistening. I can see it out of the corner of my eye, glistening with droplets like a flower after a rain. My head tells me I need both hands, one to stroke you and one to caress your balls. Are you enjoying this as much as I am? Your words tell. After all my lame excuses were used up, I finally surrendered and stripped. There was no one else in the locker room at that time (thank God!), so I figured that if I always stood facing her, maybe she wouldn't notice... maybe she wouldn't see.She seemed sort of smug having finally gotten me to agree to accompany her to the shower, and she stopped her giggling banter and taunting as I shyly finished taking off the bra and panties, openly staring at me and blushing when she realized she was.