After the second pebble grazed Billy's bedroom window, he opened it and stuck his head out, looking as groggy as you would expect one that just got ro...sted out of bed."Gotta talk to you," I hissed. "This better be good," Billy whispered. He came down and we went to his barn. He lit a kerosene lamp and set it to low."He fucking Cindy again?" Billy asked. I said, “No it was Penny. She sucked him off!“"You're shittin' me!" Billy gasped. “Wowee.”I then proceeded to tell Billy all about what I had. However I didn’t drop to my knees for a better look at it, but because I wanted to taste it. I licked over the head and the savour was dark and animal which aroused me immensely. I ran my tongue over the shaft as Carl thrust at me, looking for the opening of my mouth. “Suck me, Pam,” he breathed. Well I knew quite well that he wanted that, but he’d have to wait till I was ready. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his shorts, which allowed me access to his balls. These too. It was an old town, very old, and rumor had it that the vikings had used it as one of their major ports and brought all of their beautiful hostages there from all over Europe. After copulating with them they created a whole town full of beautiful people.Currently, all of the men seemed to be gone. After asking around I learned that the majority of the men had gone on a week-long fishing expedition far off into the Atlantic ocean. That was how it was done here, boats full of fish were constantly. "What do you say?" Francesca said."Urp!" I gasped, claming my mouth closed to keep from puking it up."Don't you dare puke our piss up!" Francesca yelled.A moment later, there was no danger of puking up any piss. Francesca had planted her cunt on my mouth. The taste of fresh piss was refreshingly clean after chugging down cold rotten piss that was sitting in a piss pitcher all night.No sooner than I had recited, "Thank you for letting me drink your piss, Mistress Francesca," that Darcie was.