Jason's cock was still rock hard and the head still hovered only and inch from her leaking vagina. "Watch this" he whispered to me whilst winking and ...ith a huge thrust pushed his cock all the way back in to the hilt. Total surprised, Emma screamed. Jason grabbed her hips and just kept his cock buried deep in her. After the scream faded, Emma let out a noise I have never heard from her before. It was a deep, almost guttural, moan that seemed to come from the depths of her body. Jason started to. This went on about till closing time. The guys kept giving her wine to drink and kind of pushing her to drink just one more, she began to realize it when she was on the floor, that Keaton was telling them that she was a slutty nympho when she gets tipsy on wine. Usually she'd dance nude on the table. She'll be nude soon though, he told them. Near closing to time Keaton suggested they go to a room if some one had a way to play music they could continue dancing. One of the guys actually several. "Or are you watching the cricket?" Do what?" This, silly! Take my sweater off. Only I thought that if you don't know much about bra sizes and nor do I, we could sort of get a tape measure and play around and try and work out the difference between an H and an L. Do you?" Do I what?" Want to measure me? Just my breasts, the rest of me is too fat and horrible and I'd blush. 'Cos if you do, you could go and find us a tape measure. I wouldn't know where to find one." Measure your breasts? I mean. Of course, it wasn’t long before we moved to the bed and she removed my gaff. My cock sprang out and she giggled as we eased into a sixty-nine position. Rachel was sopping wet and I brought her to an orgasm quickly. She looked surprised when I moved away. “What are you doing? I want to finish you.” I grinned as I bent over the couch and spread my legs wide. “Oh you can. There are other ways you know,” I whispered as I slid my skirt up over my stockinged thighs. Rachel got up and moved to.