There was this one boy in school who was kind of cute, and they sat next to each other a couple of times a day. They talked, first it was just little ...hings associated with class, but lately there'd been more personal things, what they liked or didn't like, comments about teachers or things they'd heard on the news, not too much out of the ordinary.The school hosted social events, but she'd gone to Fiona's instead of taking part, which was probably a better investment of her time. This wasn't. Now i entered in room, to my surprise she was drinking same brand of whisky as like main. “Please feel free, have a drinks, but only with self-service dear”. You are drinking? It’s just evening but it seems like you are drinking from at least last 3 to 4 hours? Yupp, she answered, is there any problem with you? No certainly not i answered. Ok then go ahead serves you. She told me with a commanding voice. I started pouring in my glass. After 2 or 3 peg she broke the silence & asked me, i thing. I am not saying if every cock I sampled was stuck into a glory-hole, I would know its owner.Sex with men is different, because so many things personal to that particular man, inside you, is complex.His needs, desires, impressions, perversions, and kinks, all roll-up into a drive that makes him fuck me, in his fashion, unique only to him and the way he does it.My husbands friend, John, was a tad eccentric, an ex-public schoolboy, who might have been subjected to caning, and derived a sexual. I felt my hands being guided to their hardened cocks and I rubbed them through their trousers.The man at my crotch pulled the thong aside; plunging his tongue into my pussy, licking and lapping, with his finger still inside me.I felt myself raising my hips to meet his lips and tongue.The other men opened their trousers and pulled their cocks out.They made me wrap my fingers around them and I started stroking. The kneeling man stood up and another quickly knelt down taking his place. I felt a.