He really needed me there as moral support, not because he was worried about my developing blue balls. He worried about that, too, but he was happy th...t I agree to come along without actually participating in the orgy. I was glad to get him off my back even if it meant my watching a few hundred men assembly line fuck a woman with more plastic in her than woman.Things were done with more class than I would have thought given my general impression of such things. The beer was something other than. It was dark and there was hair. Then she took my pants off. As soon as I took off my pant, she started sucking my dick. I became extremely horny. She started sucking really hard. Her face was going up and down my dick.I just couldn’t believe that I am getting to fuck such a hot chick. Only thing was that she was a little chubby. She must have sucked my dick for five minutes. I thought I was in heaven. Her mouth was very warm and wet. She did not take any breaks in sucking and kept sucking. She. My father had several great chicken recipes and he’d made one of my favorites, Chicken Piccata, that night. Trish fed me each bite. When I wanted a drink she even held the glass for me, though by then I was fairly sure I could take a drink with my left hand without spilling it all over me.After she’d taken my dishes away and came back to sit I said, “Thanks for taking such good care of me. I don’t know what I’d have done without you.”“It wasn’t a problem,” she replied. “You needed the help and. Swainer paused and eyed Darla Anne's blank pretty face and waved a handbefore her aimless baby-blue gaze.He clucked with smacking lips. "Far out! One perfect baby Barbie!"He reached over and corked the bottle and tossed it and the cups on theback shelf, brushing her shell-pink as he did which teased him down tohis loins.'Damn, but you're so nice!' Swainer swore, his lips attacking theperfumed crook of her neck, his fingers busy as mice in a dark filthykitchen hastily groping at her blouse.