I buried my tongue in his ass and he took a bottle of poppers that he got from his recent trip to the US and inhaled deeply (For our southern neighbor... who may not know poppers are i*****l in Canada now) as he arched his back I tried to force my tongue deeper into him and his appreciative moans and verbal dialogue meant I knew he was hot for more.As my tongue was burying deep in my per-phial vision I saw this large naturalized flesh colored dildo the last time we had played with a dildo with. I found myself thirty-some questions short of the end of the test with fifteen minutes to go. I had to hurry through the last questions to finish before the final ended. I was wiped out when I turned in the test and headed towards my apartment.I grabbed a Philly paper on the way back to my apartment along with some more breakfast. I spent an hour unwinding and relaxing, trying to forget the brutal exam. This test had been a new experience for me. I ALWAYS finished tests early. Oh well, so much. Plenty of cold white canvas to work with.That purpose wasn't why we didn't join the orgy. To me, orgies represented business, sex to be filmed, and left me cold. The only multiple lovers I enjoyed on one bed were my women, all of whom besides Molly joined the wall to wall complexly undulating pile of flesh. Molly felt the same as me, except to her the pretense of performing for the camera in character allowed her to get lost in the pleasure. Without the pretense, it would completely freak her. “You bitches fucked through the whole school, the sports center and every dance club around here.” She reduced her voice again, but the envy kept her from being quiet. “Now it isn't good enough anymore, to get every cock in the town into your greasy twats?” Lauren took an deep breath. No need to get angry yet.Lauren lowered her head, thinking. She wasn't even sure, what kind of stuff you buy at an erotic store anyway. Even after a considerable number of sexual activities with her boyfriends –.