Carl invited us to join them, and pulled up two chairs. It was difficult not to laugh as she sat down; she was so awkward as she tried to maintain her...modesty. There was a bottle of white wine in the ice bucket. Next to it were two additional glasses and it appeared that we had been expected. Carl retrieved the bottle and poured out some wine for the two of us. Jeff had an American accent and I asked him what part of the USA he came from."I live in California, in LA to be precise." And what do. Nothing too severe but enough to make you feel a little heavy and stomach-upset the day after.Once in a while Tom and I get really plastered. Once a month or something like that. This time it was such a time.We met at our place and Tom and I started with a beer but soon enough I got the bottle of whisky and put it on the table. The whisky loosened our tongues and Tom started to brag about his sexual stamina and the size of his cock."Well, you don't have more in that department than any other. “She’s been replaced by this fucking filthy whore,” Chris laughed, as Caroline groaned loudly.“Oh fuck, your cocks feel so good inside me,” she panted. She was almost whimpering in pain as both their dicks penetrated her orifices, but she was consumed by pure lust, and her sense of pleasure and fulfilment heavily outweighed any sense of pain, as she moaned and groaned, begging them to fuck her harder and harder. But it was all too much for Caroline.“I’m going to fucking cum!” she screamed, and. Don't hold back. Focus on one cheek. There. Now the other. Teach him respect!"I could not believe how much smack talk Anna was laying on me. How had I allowed this to happen? Yet again, I felt that buzz in my groin as I heard this short little chubby bitch assist my wife in punishing me. Then I felt nothing but pain, both in my ass and my penis. The feeling of humiliation was overwhelming. I felt my body give in and begin to relax. I cried openly. "Great job, Lids," said Anna. "Now.