You might want to read that first, if you haven't already done so. Meeting up with my friend Emma and learning of her naughty secret had whetted my ap...etite. I have to admit, I did get a bit gooey when she told me and I got even wetter when I wrote it up. So, with the impetus on my side, I phoned Emma a couple of days later to see if the story ended there or not. “Hi Emms it’s me.” “Hi Danny, how are you?” “I’m all good thank you. I so loved that story, Emma.” “Actually, I half expected you to. “I’m going to fuck that sweet cunt until your scream,” he said and began his thrusting, watching her eyes roll up as the delicious feelings ran through her body.“Oh, yes,” she said. “Fuck me good and hard you big cocked bastard.”Michelle closed her eyes and felt the large cock stretching her and pumping into her. She was nicely wet. He always made sure she was wet before her drove it into her.John Davis had put his arms around her as he always did and kissed her. Softly and gently. She. That is, if she wasn’t pissed out of her skull yet. As the night progressed, I thought less and less of that little moment with Amy and drank more and more as my friends tried to turn me into the alcoholic monster they believed they needed to create. I was given everything from coffee, caramel and chocolate liquor shots to liquid cocaine and a particularly potent drink known locally as a ‘Sowetan Toilet’ (Those of you who’ve been to South Africa will know EXACTLY what I mean) because of it’s. She told me again that she loved me, and said that shewanted to show me how much. She said nothing that we didout of love could be wrong. Then she lowered herself onto me. When my cock first pressed against her, it just slid away.It took two or three tries before she got it in just the rightplace. Then my dick slipped in between her pussy lips, andthey got wider and wider apart until the whole head slippedin and the lips closed around my shaft and hugged it tight asshe lowered herself.