Then another revelation crept up, one about me. Would it have mattered? High school, it’s a time of sycophantic peer pressure. Any association with ... pariah is a coup de grace expulsion from the “chosen”. Yes, I would have had empathy. But why? Because I was an outcast once too.Driving the Desoto for girls' night out moved me to among the “chosen.” I loved my accepted status, the slumber parties and learning about makeup. My sin would be one of omission, silent sympathy while ignoring her. A quick stabbing lick between her labia instantly flashed the salty, sour taste of urine to my taste buds... A couple more stabbing licks dried her off, and then a couple of strokes with my tongue between her inner and outer labia and near her sensitive clitoris finished the clean-up. The whole process only took two or three seconds, but put a big smile on her face! Now she felt dominant! She ordered me to remove her shoes, slacks, and panties and carry them into her bedroom. I complied with. Cal and Craig were completely naked now, playing with their cocks and waiting their turns. Karen didn't want them to wait though."Hey, I have two other holes that are awful lonely," she purred, wiggling her ass as she stuffed Eddie's cock back into her mouth.It wasn't long before he was cuming down, his cock spurting thick cream into her mouth until she stuffed it into her throat, using those muscles to completely drain him. She smiled, pushing some energy back into him. He wouldn't be out for. I felt uncomfortable, the chair was cold, and the man’s hand was moving on my lips, my pussy felt dry and shrunk, he licked his fingers and passed them on my clit. drunk abroad / part 2 Pain, my nipples hurt, I looked down and 2 hands ware twisting my nipples, pinching them and pulling, I looked at the man who is responsible for this feeling and said “it hurts”, in return he slapped my breasts, while asking if I feel better now, I smiled back at him and he laughed, everyone ware laughing, I.