I heard a gentle moan as my tongue started to lick and delve into Lorraine’s sexy honey-pot. Since that first time, she couldn’t get enough of my ...ongue. I, too, enjoyed oral sex – enjoyed the giving of pleasure, and knew it was my redeeming feature in bed. I knew I wasn’t the world’s best lover as, unfortunately, I tended to cum very quickly when I got inside a girl – I couldn’t help it, I just got too excited. So, it was just as well that I could give pleasure in other ways…And speaking of. As he started to pump my cunt faster, Gabriele began to move in my ass too. I was so punch drunk on the potent mix of pleasure and pain that I thought, ‘Damn! If I had met folks like these years before now I bet I would be a whore by now!’ The friction of his cock as it rubbed against her strap on dick through the thin layer of tissue between my two openings felt so strange, and yet so awesome as well. They both carried on fucking me harder and faster as I moaned and mouthed off whispered. Soon he was lying unconscious next to Janice in the back of the van.With a two-hour ride to the old summer cottage that Janice inherited, Jim knew that both Janice and Pete would wake before the trip could be completed, and instructed Valerie to use the chloroform if either showed signs of waking. As they drove down the old deserted gravel road, Jim reached over and held Valerie's hand, assuring her everything was going as planned. They knew that Pete lived alone, and Valerie's father was not. He glances to his left and sees the guy pissing, but there are two streams.“What the hell is that?” he asks. “War wound. I took a bullet in the penis in North Africa. They were able to save my dick but they had to leave two holes”Then the guy looks to his right and sees ... three streams!“What the hell is that?” “War wound. Germany, bullet in the penis, left three holes”.The two veterans then look over at the guy in the middle and see... 12 streams!“War wound??” “Nah my zipper’s stuck”A golfer.