Word is he just sits in his room all night playing guitar.”I didn’t know he played an instrument. Of course he would! “I didn’t know he was a ...usician,” I said softly.Kiera grabbed my face in both her hands. “Stop. It. Now,” she said slowly. “It’s time for a distraction.”She gestured with her head towards our server. He was a young man in his late teens or early twenties. His body was nice, his face boyish and sweet looking, and we had both commented about how he kept staring at us. Mostly he. April winced as she felt him push into her. He settled, and pressed up against her hymen, that last frail defence of her body. Then with one brutal thrust, he tore through it, and was deep inside her.April’s face was twisted in pain; he kissed her sweet, contorted lips, tasting the salt of her tears. She turned her head to the side; she could see Amy in similar straights, stripped and pinned down, while one of the gang kissed, licked and suckled on her breasts. He was between her splayed. I then went all above and started sucking her huge melons and sucking them. For the first time ever out of all my experiences I was not able to take the entire boobs in my hands.They were huge. I told her they are huge She screwed me, “Could you stop talking and just do the work? I have been wanting to get so wild.” My 6.5 inch dick was already hard in my macro man briefs I started kissing her boobs and then suddenly started to lick her neck like an ice cream.She had a broad neck and I was all. In my own relationships, few and far between as they had been, I had always sought out my partners for beauty rather than personality, and it was always me doing the chasing. The relationships lacked adventure and spontaneity. We went out for dinner or a show, then back to one or the other's apartment for sex. I was never one for the club scene, and none of them wanted to leave the city for anything outdoorsy. Growing up in the suburbs, I had been a Boy Scout and still enjoyed camping, hiking.