My cock was leaking pre-cum from his strong musky taste. In and out, in and out my tongue worked his man pussy to our mutual pleasure.Then like music ...o my ears I heard him beg, “Please damn it. Please give me your cock.”I moaned and raised my face from his sweet wet ass and asked teasingly, “Where do you want my cock, Paul?”“In my ass Boss. Right now please I beg you,” he screamed, “I need it so bad.”Yes! I’d won the deal. I knew he’d need loosening up first before I could fuck his brains. From what I could gather my mates wife had left the bar with these 3 guys, who added insult my paying my mates bar bill and for a couple of whores. It appears a bit of a scene and shouting match then started which the whores managed to calm him down and his wife disappeared. After a lot more beers this was the outcome. The 3 of us struggled to move him into the bedroom, how come drunks weigh so much. The 2nd whore left, the other must have thought my apartment was now her home and stayed with. She took his rapidly hardening cock in her hand and started to pull him. Their kissing became hungrier and more urgent.She broke their kiss, and turned her back to him. He continued to press against her and kiss her neck and ears. He cupped her breasts from behind and caressed them through the thin material. Her vagina was swelling uncontrollably now, anticipating the attention she would soon receive.She could feel his harness pressing the cotton material of her dress against her arse.John. I think you’re beautiful.If you weren’t my sister I’d be trying to get in thepanties you aren’t wearing too. But I really DO thinkyou’re sexy too.”Now who would think that saying something like that toyour sister would turn her on? But it did. She stared up at me, her hair half braided and said,“If I wanted to give you a blow job… would you letme?”About ten million things flashed through my mind.Right, wrong, good, bad, what if someone finds.