“Ask Faoril or Thrak,” I grunted. My eyes widened. Another flower on the same vine sucked on my balls, nuzzling at all three of my nuts. “Las's ...utrid cum, you are one whorish plant. Suck my balls and clean the halfling's ass from my dick.”“And keep fucking me,” moaned Minx. “You hermaphroditic plant. You have both! Pussies and cocks! Love it!”Another flower nuzzled at my balls, two sucking petal-lips working, massaging them as the third flower neared the tip of my midnight dick. The green vine. My body felt flushed with sexual excitement, my tingling nipples standing rigidly at attention!After a few seconds delay, which I surmised was to allow the members to inspect my now nearly naked body, I felt two pair of strong male hands grasp my wrists, pulling my arms away from my sides. A pair of soft feminine lips covered my mouth, her tongue firmly demanding entrance. Opening my mouth, our tongues excitedly intertwined, urgently exploring. At the same time I felt soft hot mouths on both. Letting myself move into any other area while this was fresh would be destructive to my ability to remain lucid. And that felt like the most important thing in the world at the moment. The next crucial question here was how did I feel about all of this? Did I still love my husband? Had he wiped out years of marriage in just one afternoon? Could I ever come back from this place? I didn’t know much that night, but I did know that I wouldn’t be logical enough to make that decision. The desire to. I had my dads golf cart, he always kept some rum under the seat and a cooler full of cokes. Joe and I were set to fuck off all day and drink as no one was at the club. We soon caught up with two women who were playing slow. I am going to guess that they were in their mid to late thirties and not bad looking. We flirted with them they flirted with us. We were giving them tips on their game and started to mix drinks for them. Joe was in the cart with Teri and I had Mary in my cart. It did not.