‘Here we go, first ones of the night,’ Faith said excitedly. The fireworks launched straight up with a whistle, exploding into a myriad of colors....BANG! BANG! BOOM!! — Luke jumped as he heard the deafening explosions of ordnance all around him, he reached for his rifle instinctively but it wasn’t there. The explosion must have knocked his helmet off because he couldn’t feel it on his head anymore. Luke heard artillery exploding so loudly his eardrums were vibrating. He felt his heart rate. .. alive. Such pretty tickling, stroking, sliding wet squeezing all around me. Such pleasure. Her female sheath was alive and in motion and it felt like concentrated life, focused around my manhood. She moved up and down on me until she suddenly shivered, squeezed even harder, grew even hotter and poured down a sweet orgasm onto my scrotum. It cooled me in the heat of the moment.The sweetness enveloped me and Charlotte massaged the hot intensity of her animate sexuality into my erection. I felt. And I swear that my hand went right to my own eagerly rising cock from the very raw ummph of his orgasm’s eruption. Jesus, it stirred me up to hear that, in ways that surprised me.It was late. I didn’t know him. I wasn’t going there. But part of me at least acknowledged to myself that I wanted to go there. I wanted to walk in and smirk at him and say “You couldn’t have waited for me?” He probably would have laughed along with me, then offered to swallow my cock so that I could catch up. Today the house special was virgin pussy, served up in a sauce of warm sticky juice, and a side order of tender, puckered bumhole, all garnished on a bed of ripped pink panties. The raw scent wafting from the humid slippery depths of my vagina beckoned them, and their long wet tongues washed over my crotch. My rump was soon slobbering with doggy saliva. Max attacked me with great enthusiasm, somewhat like a dog trying to lick the remains of the peanut butter out of a jar. He pressed his snout.