They werebrand new! Upon feeling the silkiness, his cock started to stir a bit.He glanced over at the feminine things he cherished lying on the bedonl... to realize that they were nothing compared to the things in thedrawer. His mind started to wander.He was alone right now. Brad was downstairs all the way across thehouse. No one would see if he just played a little. He quickly took hispants and underwear off and picked out a very pretty pair of blue/blacksilk panties from the drawer. He bent. He explained that if it wouldn’t be a problem, he’d rather have a glass of chilled wine. Without any sign of modesty, Carol went into the kitchen and returned with two glasses of Pinot Grigio. They sat on the rug before the fireplace, enjoyed they’re wines, and at Carol instigation, this time they talked. Carol explained how Frank dominated her and that the evening of forced or coerced wife swapping was, to her way of thinking, the last straw. She’d been considering leaving him for several. I wouldn't have complained if there were five naked women without either beer or pork rinds. Those particular five women, however, were also not there. There was a fully clothed Girl Scout with a red wagon full of short bread cookies.She smiled at me cheerfully. I smiled back. It is an impressive feat to haul a red wagon full of short bread cookies up an eight step concrete stoop, then up three stories of stairs, and remain capable of a cheerful smile. I felt she deserved something for it, even. As I was about to erupt any moment I felt her one hand going to my balls and lightly shaking it from the bottom to release as much sperm as I can. Without informing her I soon started to shoot spurts after spurts of sperm inside her mouth. Without moving her mouth she happily drank all my liquid. I must have cummed a gallon inside her mouth. It felt like the best orgasm I’ve ever had shooting my cream all down a woman’s throat. I was so much loaded from last couple of days that some of my sperm.