That’s when I discovered the clothes I had worn the night before were still sopping wet. Even my shoes were soaked through. And when I looked in my ...ocket, I found a soggy supermarket receipt showing I’d bought five bottles of Irish whiskey late the previous night. And I didn’t even have a hangover to show for it.I had a very late breakfast than made my way to the river bank. I had no trouble finding the quiet spot from the previous night. There, lying on the wet grass, were five empty Irish. I pulled the sheets back and turned off the light.I woke up with the feeling of something on my dick. I looked down and seen Andrew pulling on it.I rolled over on my back and pulled the sheets back. I said to slow down some and not to hold it so tight. After a few minutes he finally got it right. He looked up as to get approval. I told him he was doing good. I showed him how to hold my balls and massage them. After a couple of minutes a bead of pre-cum pushed up and pooled on the head of my. "Adam, Ive always wanted you alone with me," she said. She took my hand and set it on her breast. "Please, Ive always been horny around you, and Ive always wondered how big you were." She then reached her free hand down and started to touch the rising bulge in my pants. This send my cock into a wild rage. It started throbbing and she could feel it. She let go of my other hand and took off her shirt. She unhooked her bra and let it drop. I slowly started massaging her tits in. "I'm gonna fuck you. Can you feel me fucking you, baby?"He was blacking out from lust. The girl's breasts were bouncing, and the car suspension rocked, as Greg plunged his explosive cock into her pussy again and again and again"Oh, I'll fuck you!" he shouted. "I'll squirt into you pussy!"Perhaps the girl climaxed again - Greg was oblivious to anything but his own pleasure. But suddenly he felt the semen bursting its way through his swollen cock. Sweating, he pulled out of her pussy, squeezing.