.He rolled onto his back next to me and just lay there looking at me, and looked down at his cock, and it now looked normal, it was soft and the apple...had dissapeared, i reached down and took it in my hand and rubbd my new friend a little bit of cum appeared at his hole, i leant down and licked it off, "Still want more, you littl tart?" he asked, I took my head away from his soft cock and nodded, he said "if you want to blow it you will have to put it in now and make it hard, not many girls can. She directed me to the restaurant and I drove with one hand on her mound and her breathing said volumes about her thrill with the situation.At breakfast Angela ordered some concoction with berries and granola and two percent milk and heaven knows what else. I ordered a three egg omelet with mushrooms and three pieces of bacon. The waitress reacted as if she had been slapped across the face. "OH, Sir, we don't serve meats in this restaurant."Angela convulsed into laughter and her delight was so. " "One," I said. He slapped me again. "Two." And again, just a little harder. "Three." And again. And again. Each one getting just a little harder. The blood flooded where he slapped, making everything hot and throbbing. He moved the blows around, sometimes catching the back of my legs and my sex, sending thrills through my whole body. "Ten," I counted, my voice strained. "Five more. These will be harder." I thought about making him slow down and he waited to see if I would. But the lighter. Again you take your toys hand and run it between your legs, this time letting his hand linger a little longer, feeling his fingers pressing against you warming you ever further. As the beat of the music increases and you feel your heart beat match it, you become lost in the music and the moment and start to let the guys explore you body more. Their hands and pressing members, making you hotter and hotter.You start to pant heavily. You let go and become less aware of whose hands or how many.