She asked what I was doing and I told her that it’s a really scary game. I explained to her the objective of the game and how to play. She thought i... sounded cool and wanted to watch me play. I turned the lights off and the volume all the way up as she sat down next to me. We started playing and I could tell she was getting into the game. Her eyes widened and she began to get closer to me. At one point in the game I turned around a corner and slender man was right there. There was a loud boom. She looked up at me and said, “I wanted to finally see what it tastes like. I like it and you’ll be glad that I do too.” I swear I almost shot another load just by her saying that. That brings us to May 1991, the annual band trip. This one was going to be special though. Normally we would go to amusement parks to perform and get a day to enjoy the park. But that year, our jazz band had won a national competition and was invited to perform and compete at a jazz festival in Myrtle Beach, SC. Even. When we got to our place Dave said Lets finish the dope. We smoked the last joint. I turned some music on. There was a slow romantic song on. Joan held out her arms and said, Who wants to dance with me? John stood up and pulled her into his arms. She put her arms around his neck, her head on his shoulders and planted hot kisses on his neck. He caressed her ass and pulled her tightly into him. The rest of the surfers said, We should leave you alone now. Joan said Dont leave, we can all have some. "She was throwing her ass around to urge the dog on. She could feet the slimy tip of his cock as it dipped lower, gouging along the seepy heat of her pussy crack. A flash of wild fucklust made Marcie into a rutting bitch. She growled, snapping her teeth the way Pardner had done earlier. The dog tightened his grip, barking in return. His hips went up, his prick centering on her wet cunthole. In a second his cock was in, stabbing her pussy, taking the breath from the blonde teenager with one.