“But seriously, Adam. I love your company, but I can’t figure out why a young guy like you would even bother hanging out with a fat old bag like ...e? Maybe you feel pity for a flabby old broad like me? Just talking to you I can tell that you could have just about any young lady you want. Are you gay or something?” I laughed at the thought and responded.“No no, Carla. I am definitely not gay. And I don’t know why you see yourself as a ‘fat old bag.’ Personally, I find you very. Next it was Harley's turn. He went over to the bags, and picked up the oneon the far right."Excellent," yelped Julia, "time for the fun now each of you open up yourbags and look at your pretty clothes. You know we worked so hard at pickingthese out for you; maybe you will be pleasantly surprised. Also, as you openyour bag a piece of paper with the person's name whose clothes you'rewearing name written down will be in it."Dave was the first to empty his bag, all these largeskanky clothes fell. I do not understand how this will happen, until I begin to feelsteady pressure being applied to the back of my head. I cannot fight it somy only choice is to begin to take more and more of the cock into my mouth.When I reach a point where I try to resist, I feel more pressure being applied.This is all done very slowly and I will feel the pressure let up and I willslide back up as much as possible. I can feel that my breathing is gettingbetter, but I am still fighting the gag reflex. A couple of. Then I fucked her for a long time.They had laptops with them, with movies to pass the time. But due to the fuel and power shortage, only the navigation gear was in use. We had to amuse ourselves in other ways.She grunted and hummed, wiggled and squeezed, tickled and kissed. My balls were in no hurry.She was getting too warm down there, so I rolled her over and she rode me for a while.She had another orgasm, shuddering and happy with the pleasure, even though between us Mike and I were getting.