I began to buck my hips and meet the thrusts as best I could. It Felt So GOOD! Many years have passed since I had a cock in my ass,even if it was a pl...stic one,and I had thought those days were over. Guess I was wrong!I heard noises then and opened my eyes. Charles was leading Gemma out to stand in front of me. Like he had done right before we jerked off the studs. I could actually smell her pussy as she stood there in front of me. I watched,smiling as he lifted her tail and threw a rope up. The professional that she is, she maintained a calm voice and demeanor as I dropped to my knees and softly buried my face in the warm, slightly moist, pink opening.I began to spread the moisture of her juices around my entire face. My tongue repeatedly made the slow and sensual journey from her ass crack to her gradually growing clit. I slowly ran my tongue from bottom to top and finished each stroke with a kiss or suck or nibble on her clit. My lips kissed her lips.After a few minutes of this. “Not really,” he laughed as one of his friends brought him another pint; “we all go to the match together and this is a sort of pre-season party.” “Scott,” a fellow skinhead said as he handed him the glass, “Mark and Tony want to go to the Sports Café, are you coming?” We all turned to look at the dozen or so men who were all dressed alike in variants of Lacoste and Stone Island, blue or black short sleeved shirts and polo shirts. Only Scott looked different in his peach polo shirt. . They were at least partly doggy, so maybe they would be funner to pet than they looked.“Mind Flayers!” G282 screamed.We preferred Illithid, a posh sounding voice echoed in my head as one of the tall figures stepped forward, lifting his pistol to aim at me. Step aside, young dragon, or I will flay your atoms apart with my gauss gun.I growled. “Over my dead body!”Technically, it will be through a fine field of particulates, but yes. Your proposal is acceptable.The Mind Flayer pulled the trigger..