After dinner, the drinking games started. I admit to playing for the sole purpose of playing in the card game within the drinking game, but got bored ...hen alcohol started to interfere with the cardplay. Besides, drinking orange juice during a drinking game just isn't as interesting. So, I wondered over to where Nick and Liz were chatting, away from the group. Both of them were avid talkers, and I was content to interject a comment here and there while letting them talk away. Truth be told, I. It was the perfect start to another day of flirting and fun.I found out during our e-mail conversations that she'd had fantasized about me, too. Once again, my mind played out the scenario, imagining her lying back on a couch, her hand between her legs, her fingers playing with her engorged, wet pussy lips, occasionally diving inside then back out to rub in little circles around her clit. I was getting so incredibly turned on by the thought of that beautiful woman masturbating to fantasies of. I started rolling my tongue up and down through the length of her vagina it was wet and so tasty and the smell made me addicted to it straight away i want on it as a hungry dog and with my tongue and she to helped me with moving her ass as my hands were tied. she was enjoying it as hell the best 69 i had ever done she was a pro in sucking my dick and enjoying her pussy licked at same time.She slowly started untying my hands and now I was up and ready I started fingering her pussy she already. ."Julie put a hand on my leg, shaking her head. "No ... don't tell me, I don't want to know. I'd prefer to keep it this way," she told me seriously. "And my real name isn't Julie either, but ... you can call me that, or think of me by that name if you'd like."I wondered then if she wanted me to give her a fake name, but then decided it was redundant. Obviously she preferred thinking of me as "Bus Guy" perhaps, and so let it go at that.Though the bus wasn't nearly as full as it had been the.