Soon I heard the sounds of vigorous hard fucking from the two bedrooms with both sluts competing with each other about who could groan the louder unde... the fucking. Inspite of our "open" relationship we'd "agreed" on the exploits upstairs had my heart racing with emotions.So perhaps it was just as well that Mike must have remembered me downstairs. I heard him get off off the slut and tell her to "stay there I'll be back in a minute".Then I heard Mike coming down the stairs. His mate was still. .." I cooed softly, genuinely surprised."Good?" Oh... Ohh, baby... that's... that's very n... nice..." I do have one thing to tell you, though." Y... Yes?"Johan proceeded to explain that he actually knew Ernie from high school. Ernie was so pleased with himself when he opened the place that he rang around all of his old friends to invite them. Apparently he really wanted Johan to come and see the joint, but Johan said he never really thought about it until today. So this visit was completely. She stepped out of her panties and gasped as I lifted a leg onto my shoulder, her cunt was open and practically dripping with moisture. Tentatively, I kissed the wet flesh and tasted the nectar clinging to it."Ooh Marky." the curve of a buttock fitted perfectly into the palm of my hand as I delved my tongue in between the folds of her cunt. She wasn't just wet, she was like a swamp, a fragrant, sweet smelling morass, that pulsed with life under my tongue.I sucked at the pink, wet flesh and drew. There’s no Starbuck’s in Big Springs and we satisfied ourselves with greasy breakfast burritos and trucker coffee at Flying J.Brittany rode shotgun in the morning, making sure I made the turnoff from I-80 to Denver and using GPS on her phone to guide me to the Renaissance Village. The farther West you get, the more liberally the notion of a Renaissance Festival was taken. We’d had our share of pirates and steampunk in Kansas, but in Denver, an entire portion of the festival grounds was taken up.