K2 gets up and tells me Ken told him to sleep here. He too was a bit drunk. He asks me if it's OK. I say sure and move over. I'm fully dressed and...a bit pissed off as I know Stacy loves my Ken's cock and he equally loves her huge fake tits. I go to the bathroom to pee and as much as to get even I come with just a t-shirt on. The bottom part is getting much better but I'm still uncomfortable with these huge mommy boobs. K2 smiles as he is laying on the bed and is fully dressed. Maybe I. My hand went to hike up her skirt (already very short) and remove her panties (black satin thong). Her pussy was waxed smooth and tight as a virgin, sex was going to be really good. She skillfully undid my jeans and reached for my dick."Holy shit," were the only words I heard before she wrapped her lips around the head. Rock hard and throbbing, her lips and tongue slurped away until she realized she couldn't fit the whole thing in her mouth. I grabbed her long brown hair and pulled it out of. "Of course," I said. "Every guy will." So what else are you going to want?"She sounded odd. Her voice was strained. Worried, maybe."How about this?" I said. "How about as things go along, you tell me what you want, and I'll tell you what I want, and then we can figure out what would be best to do ... and not do." What if you want something, and we don't?" She was leaning forward. I wouldn't find out how important this question was until much later either."Then say you don't want it, and that. He finds his lips meeting the sharp bony point of her clavicle and nips it rather sharply just as shes adjusting to him again and moving her other leg to hook around him and a soft whimper falls from behind her pale, trembling, parted lips. He feels her hips begin to move again- slowly, gently moving against him, causing an appreciative growl to be pulled from deep within his chest. And she, of course, trembles out of sheer instinct and whimpers once more. L-Lu- Her powder blue eyes-.