It is so wet that you are oozing all over your thighs and my mouth. Your clit is hot and swollen from my earlier sucking action. I flick my tongue o...er your clit to the beat of the music we turned on before getting in bed. Not one to forget your asshole, I pull your ass down so my tongue can meet your tighter hole. I slide my tongue all over your asshole and you just love it, sucking my dick and voicing your enjoyment, “oh that feels so damn good Vincent, keep licking my ass baby”. I do. It was a fifteen minute drive, and I doubt I had said more than ten sentences altogether. Mr. Monet must have realized how nervous I actually was, as he kept trying to engage me into smalltalk, asking about what other hobbies I had and how I liked college. We arrived at an old street in a shady part of town. I followed him to a large wooden door, which he opened and closed behind me, and up a set of stairs. The first thing I noticed when he opened another door, was the distinctive smell of wet. Judy sat next to her with her arms around her friend trying to comfort her while Gary got Amber a paper cup filled with water in hopes it would help calm her down. Both Gary and Judy talked to their distraught friend trying to reassure her. Bill will be fine, they told her, he will live a long, healthy life. After awhile their assurances seemed to be working and Amber was starting to relax a little. Just having her friends with her made all the difference in the world. Making sure the girls. "Yeah...getting ready for the party?" I asked. "Well...sort of," she giggled, "but I thought maybe we could fuck once before we go." "Thanks a lot, silly...but a guy only has a few shots while agirl can fuck till she drops," I laughed, "I'm saving my shots for the party. By the way, what do you expect to happen when we get there?" "Well, Cindy told me that there'll be anywhere from ten tofifteen daddies and their girls there tonight," she said fingering her prepuce as she spoke,.