"Again?" whispered Matt in a voice thick with sex and desire. "Again " replied Dave. "I've never wanted briefs-sex more than at this moment, or with a...yone more than you." In that case...." murmured Matt.Dave extricated himself from Matt's cock and arse and reached down beside the bed, where he kept a stash of briefs. In a few deft moves he took off Matt's Jockeys and his own M&S bikini slip. He put the soaking briefs on the pillow between them, so that they could continue to enjoy the spunk. He ran his hands up under my shirt, across my portly belly and up to my hairy chest and across my nipples. As he lightly pinched them and rolled them in his fingers, little electric shocks surged downward to my cock, and ignited a thrill just under my balls. He fondled my balls as he sucked on me, and ran his hands lightly back to my buttocks, feeling them all over and slipping his fingers into and along my crack… ever so lightly as they passed, like a whisper in a quiet theater. His hands ran. She then opened her mouth and took his head into it. Angel had never seen a cock that large and I could tell That it was a bit of a challenge for her, she wasn't sure exactly what to do with it. She struggled to take half of his cock in her mouth. Bob grabbed her by the hair and directed her around his cock. Slowly moving her up and down. Around the head and along the length of his cock. Angel then straddled Bob and began to kiss him. Bob carressed her breast as their tongues intertwined.. Unlike the Rain Festival, the sky remained clear and the air, while cooling slightly, was still blood-warm.Our conversation was mixed, almost but not quite aimless, as we drank and chatted, our hands on each other in a friendly fashion. It was as if the gods, the ones behind the Rain Festival, the ones who were appeased by the spectacles so many years ago of blood and sperm and frenzied coupling and ecstatic wrangling and interweaving of fevered bodies covered in sweat and cum and blood, they.