As they stepped up to the west parking lot trail the smell of the fresh heather in the cool spring morning’s breeze was like a fresh breath of freed...m for the young men. As they traveled along the trail they ran through their plan for the weekend. Unlike the girls, they’d brought no tent…just their sleeping bags-wanting to make the most of sleeping out under the stars. The weather channel had called for it to be clear through Monday evening so they thought they were adequately prepared and. I told Jerry that this is a nice party area for us. I sat down on the sofa letting my dress ride up high enough that they all could see that I wasn’t wearing panties in the middle so the boys could sit along side me. The boys started talking about how good my legs look, knowing that they were referring to my pussy more that my legs. Marcus and Tyrone sat next to me. I could see their bulges in their shorts and they looked very well endowed indeed. Letting my hands wander I touched the thighs of. "That's so damn sexy!" she gasped. "More."All my shyness about doing this disappeared. I reached out and replaced her hand with mine. Starting at the base of his cock, I squeezed pre-cum up to the top so I could taste it. A generous amount oozed out and began to run down his cock. This prompted me to quickly stick my tongue out to lick it up. It was delicious! I tasted mine often and thought it tasted even better than mine.I continued to lick all around the head and then popped it into my mouth. Trade?”“ ... do we have to trade? We are trading anyway, that’s what a conversation is.”“Spirits trade.” The bird laughed, if it could be called that, a weird cawing croon sound, and pecked at its breast feathers some before it resumed walking. “But, not all trades must be so exact. So, yes, conversation. Yes, half-head,” the bird said as it glanced Damien’s way. Jack had to try doubly hard to not laugh at the hair remark, and Damien’s half shaved head. “Yes, Black Blood is dangerous. Very.