I wanted another beer and to dance. Jeff was amicable and I was feeling the effects of the pot. It was a nice mix and one guaranteed to get me laid.Th...re was a problem with me and sex under the influence. It felt good, but it was much harder to orgasm. Poor Jeff tried everything in the club to get me turned on, but in the end I left before it happened. I had to leave. I was getting high on the second hand smoke as well as the short stubby cigar like joint I had inhaled.Jeff followed me into the. Once again she walked into thecorridor with her boobs in full view, a second batch ofsemen dripping from them. I was starting to get nervousthat the video store attendant might call the policebut so far he didn’t seem to know what was going on.Everyone else must have gotten the word, though,because the other four men were standing in thecorridor, leering at her. “Pull your shirt down, I have an idea,” I told Sally.She pulled her t-shirt down over her cum-coveredbreasts. Rather. Grasping her by the waist, I lifted up and heard her moan as first the anal plug and then the pussy dildo came out of her. I pulled her back into my arms and lifted her over the rail. I was about to pick her up and carry her back up to the house when she said, "No, no, no, not yet."She was almost dead weight in my arms. She turned her head to look at me and said, "Fuck me. Fuck me now. Lay me over this thing and fuck me in the ass. I need to complete this. Sharon has to know I completed. Jeff’s face was contorted with pleasure and I figured her pussy was spasming as she was cumming, squeezing his cock. Her orgasm subsided and Jeff pulled out of her- still hard as a rock, his cock covered in her juice. She got up and kissed me on the lips her face covered in my juices. She unclasped my bra and started kneading my tits, her mouth nibbling on a nipple. I was moaning, my pussy craving to be filled, and then I felt fingers being pushed into me and another mouth on my other nipple. I.