I still loved Lil, but what the hell... So I was talking to this guy, Steve, and after a few beers we were slinging the shit like a couple of old budd...es. He was the one that brought up dames, and the stories he told made me wish I were single again. We swapped experiences, including some of my rougher sessions from my Navy days, but finally I just listened. I wouldn't have believed half the stuff he told me except for the way he had of looking straight into my eyes while he talked. His. His nose buried in his mother’s triangle of fur.“Oh….oh….Fuck,” Jennifer whimpered as she continued fucking Mark’s face with her loins.She humped up at him, lifting her ass from the bed to do so, using her legs on his back as a platform. She rotated her pelvis, rotating her juicy cunt into Mark’s face as he dipped his tongue into her opening.“Oh yes, baby. Stick it in. Stick your tongue in my hole. Tongue-fuck me baby. Tongue-fuck your mother’s cunt. Fuck my cunt with your fucking tongue. Stick. Deep down in my cunt, I still had the burring of an unfinished orgasm.Suddenly she went down on her knees and held something in her hands. I saw she was taking the lukewarm hot chocolate with a needleless syringe that she brought from the lab. She filled that 20 ml syringe with hot chocolate, and slowly parted my cunt lips and inserted the syringe inside.She started injecting it slowly. I started feeling warm inside and excited with what she was doing. After filling she immediately removed the. With no more thought or consideration I started to unbutton my crisp, white blouse. My fingers were shaking terribly as they worked the buttons; despite my reputation I was relatively inexperienced, but I wasn’t going to let that hinder my plan. Mr Francis paused, and for the first time since I’d known him, a look of genuine confusion swept across his face. I’d unbuttoned my blouse to my chest by now; the white cotton of my bra was clearly visible as it cupped the soft curve of my small breast..