After I knew what to do and where to do it I returned to the living room. It seemed the party had died down.Her heavenly body was coated in sweat, spe...m and probably cunt juices as well. I hid and waited for the last man to leave. I followed her, making sure she didn't notice. I dropped my clothes along the way. My cock was hard and eager. But I wanted a bit more time.She headed for the shower. After a few seconds she got in the stall, leaving the door open so I could see how she washed her. Claire wasn’t there. The temp from the church told him Claire had taken a leave of absence. And she didn’t know anything about advertising or promotion or marketing or whatever you call it, he should call the church. He called the church, left a voicemail for Morris. He never heard back, so he dropped it.He missed her. Not a day, a half a day, or even an hour went by when he didn’t think of her. He relived their loving so many times it was like a continuous loop in his brain. He could feel her,. Wanda was no stranger to blowjobs and could do a decent deep throat, while Debbie worked to get my balls in her mouth, one at a time, I was ready to blow pretty quick. Wanda wormed a finger in my ass and milked my prostrate sending me over the edge and dumping a large load in her mouth, Debbie begged for some and once done, they shared my load of cum, while still more oozed from my cock head and Wanda stroked me. I didn't have too much trouble getting hard again, but after being milked, it was. One of the boys in my history class was throwing a weekend party at his house because his parents were going to be out-of-town. A lot of people I knew were going, at least to see whether or not it was any good, so I decided to accept. Normally, I wasn't too much of a party girl back in the day, and I wasn't too much of a drinker either, because fun fact: when I was a freshman, I decided to investigate my parent's liquor cabinet and I grabbed -- of all things -- the vodka bottle. I drank a.