Being exhausted from the previous sex session, I soon drifted off in to deep restful oblivion. My head was nestled on Bradley' knee as i gently sucke... and kissed his flaccid throbbing piece of man meat. How long I was u*********s I don't know, I was awoke by a weight on my back and my bung being parted by a huge tube. I raised up and quickly looked around to see Bradley siting at his computer stroking his penis. Standing between the bed and Bradley was another young hung black dude, he was. How her hosts longed for her, and how she desired them while hating herself and the desires she repressed with laughter and liquor. As night turn into morning, her coordination faltered and soon she found herself where she had tried so hard not to be; alone. I watched her intently, sipping on my club soda and smiling ever so pleasantly at the over done waitress who mistakenly assumed my desire for her was blind to the cellulitis that engulfed her sagging skin. The air was thick with smoke and. The pair of them should be in bed together, not laying awake thinking of each other and having to rely on themselves to relieve the tension.The music was nice, but River's ears could pick up the buzzing sound of Kaylee's vibrator as well as the muffled moans the other girl was trying to suppress without a great deal of success. The image of what Kaylee was doing imprinted itself on River's mind and she held that picture fast even as her own hand snaked under her top and between her legs.Then it. Or was there more. Was it something he enjoyed in thought before it ever came close to action? My brain told me to take this further. My lips kissed. My tongue licked. My husband gasped. I reached his weak spot. My tongue lapped at his puckered rosebud. My lips sucked on it. I pressed my face deeper between his parted cheeks, and blew hot breath onto his rosebud. I flicked my tongue back and forth across it, and tasted the mixture of sweat and muskiness. I knew that I would do this again, as I.