My wholebeing was on edge; every little thing irritated me: like Tracy's latest challenge,like the sweat in my groin that was making my balls feel tac...y, like my shoesthat seemed to be a little too tight. I was a mess. I wanted this party sobadly, I wanted my fantasy of an orgy, but I was so wound up right now I knewI couldn't get it up right now. But I had to go on. But then it must be thesame for everyone, mustn't it? I had to believe that I would eventually relaxand be able to perform. I'd. .. in fact, sweeter every time I licked her two yummy holes. I buried my face deep between her thighs and buttocks like Winnie the Pooh eating up all of the honey from the pot.As for my little head, well, he was every bit as busy as my big one. Stacey squeezed and clenched me tighter with every last stroke, while her hips moved so forcefully that I wondered at moments if another Texas switch had put Xenia Onatopp in my bed. Well, that or a fucking succubus! Stacey lived up to the gingers’. ” They asked us to join then sitting in their private lounge, which we did with pleasure. “You know…” Jemma began, “You don’t have to sit there looking so sheepish both of you. This is a private party, thrown for us by our managers, only they decided to pull out. And well, to be honest, I quite liked the look of you both.” “W-what do you mean?” I stammered pathetically. “Well, what she means, is that your looks and personalities are appealing to us. We like you. A lot. And would like to have. About seven miles into the run, with Bret's mind on his studies of the previous night, there was a loud crash. It seemed to shake the road under him.It appeared an eighteen wheeler was unable to stop before sideswiping a sports car, which had just run a red light. Luckily the wheels of the truck had struck the driver's side door and continued over the engine compartment. Although this killed the driver, the passengers received only minor cuts and bruises. A Blonde girl about eighteen or.