She groaned and held on to me, pushing her face against mine. I held on to her face and kissed her once more. We made out passionately as she bounced ...lowly on my lap. “Sean, tell me when you are close. I don’t want you cumming inside me. In fact, I want you to cum on my feet.” I leaned her back and gently clamped my mouth on one of her breasts. I licked and sucked hard on her breasts making her squeal in delight. I knew I wouldn't last long so I pushed her off my lap. I sat back panting as. The owner was chatting with a bunch of guys from almost all of our contacts. He was using my beer to his best advantage.I was going to use it too! There were several at work that I would like to fuck. Yes! Several! Molly Zynkski was just one of them. She was in her early forties and still had a pretty good body. Nice big softballs of breast meat with an hour glass figure. Her hips were a little wide but that didn't matter to me. I was dying to watch my cock slip between the cheeks of her ass.. I can’t do much about the Southern Comfort; it is what it is.”“Do you throw parties like this often?”“Only for the Fourth of July and New Year’s do we have this many people, and this is more than we’ve ever had.”“How does a guy your age have a house like this? I heard you’ve lived here seven years! Did you inherit it?”“No, my dad and I bought it together, and I rented rooms to some friends to help cover my half of the mortgage. I was doing computer consulting work, and I also had money left. I concocted whoppers of hating school, jealousy of rich people, confessed truthfully to everyday venial sins and fessed up to kissing longer than three seconds, all to establish veracity. Tossing in the failure to observe the Catholic orthodox arbitrary kissing time limit of three seconds was needed plausibility as a priest is not that naïve. In confessionals, they’ve heard it all. Fessing to it, allowed him to think he was monitoring my sex life, a sex life limited to kissing, excluding.