Farm-guy was Rudi Herzlmeier’s drawing of the bird walking across an after-harvest cornfield.Drinks flowed, games played, research read, debated, di...puted and pooh-poohed. We ate, drank, smoked, talked. The rug-guy described the perfect pentagon, then challenged us to jump on; three hugged in the middle and five stood, one on each point.Somebody said, “I feel weird.”“Nonsense. Let yourself go. Think about the nastiest thing you’d do, if your partner couldn’t see you do it.” We were so cramped,. ." I can't speak."Just think about it," She tries to calm me. "Just think about it Martha! You are soon going to get what every woman wants! You are soon going to get the best fuck of your life!"My eyes grow wide. My mouth hangs open. I am in shock. I can't believe the words I have just heard uttered from Susan's mouth. I think I even let out a moan.Susan responds with just a laugh. "Come on Martha, I know you want it! I could tell when you first showed up back at my office. You want Roger to. It was a kiss like I'd never had. It was primitive, a****l. Her lips were soft, her mouth was big and her tongue was long and strong. My arms went around her and explored her neck, her back, her ass. It went on and on for what seemed a long time, we moaned together. Her tongue pounded me, controlled me, and wriggled to deepest reaches of my mouth. Kissing Rebecca was like getting fucked in the throat!When we finally parted, both of us grinned."Wow," she said. "Not a bad first kiss, huh? We'll. I took it into my mouth with a sense of urgency. Urgency not only because I was afraid we might get caught but also because I longed to suck a cock, to feel it, to taste it. It was wonderful, I finally had a cock in my mouth and I loved it! It was so natural and satisfying. I reached out and began to lightly caress his ball sack. I lightly rolled them around in my hand and would gently tug on them the whole time. The feeling of his soft but firm member was amazing, I can't describe it but it.