Sheila was wearing a new folk costume tailor-made for her under the eye of Mahoney and the traditional Mothers of Erin. It was divided along the sides...and sleeves with a forest green from behind and a cream color in front and its elegant gold and ivory hand embroidery was very impressive and almost looked sequined and subtly hinted some of Sean's own costume as well, and its flared fluted skirt flaunted slender neutral-filmed gams that awed us guys even more since we knew Sean's own spindly. After a few hours I was chatting with a barely passable CD and we were getting quite drunk when she reached down and pulled my hand over to her crotch. I could feel a bulge growing and warm under my hand and she leaned in to kiss me on the mouth. I kissed her back and pretty soon I had my hand under her skirt stroking what felt like an eight inch cock. She leaned in, licking my ear, biting the lobe and whispering how she wanted me to suck her cock. I didn’t need to be asked twice and suggested. "Marc schluckte. Sein jetziger Aufzug, noch dazu vor einer fremden Frau,war ihm sehr peinlich."Kann ich mich nicht umziehen", fragte er."Wieso, was willst du denn anziehen? Etwa deine M?nnerkleidung? Dasgibt's doch jetzt nicht mehr!" Aber..." Deine Sachen wandern noch heute in die Altkleidersammlung. Du brauchstsie nicht mehr." Aber wenn meine Freunde mal kommen?" Freunde? Du meinst wohl deine Saufkumpane? Mit denen werde ich schonfertig! Andere Freunde hast du doch nicht mehr!", sagte sie. We kiss, not as lovers, but as savages. I realize he is punishing me for teasing him back. I am breathless and moaning. I slide my hands up to his shoulder to hang on for the ride. The second my hand let go of his dick, Jeremy yanks his lips from mine with a triumphant grin. He grabs my hips as I gasp when I realize what he is about to do. Both our eyes are glued to our groins as Jeremy slams my pussy down over his cock. I feel my toes curl as my flesh is stretched over his width. ‘You.