As we arrived at the party I saw a big 2 story mansion, with lighted dance floor all the way down to the water, a band, and 2 Budweiser Tap trucks!!! ... was in heaven, and felt a little guilty for not bringing the wife. We ran up on the shore, and I asked where she was. He pointed at a group on the 2nd floor balcony, and said the blond on the left. He went to the beer truck, and I went straight for the pussy. I am in no way a cocksman, but a sure thing is a sure thing. I walked up to the group. I knew I shouldn’t trust him.I started to talk with my mouth full of cock, “Mmmf mmf mmmmff….” “Hold on, “ he said. He pulled his dick from my mouth. It was COVERED in spit from my savory mouth.... More than enough, I thought, and I didn’t want my bitch, Morgan mad, so I tried to lie to him.“No, not really… This should be enough.” Spit drooled down my chin to my boobs... I knew I looked like a messy whore-sicle.He said, “Well, let me see, ok?”“Fine,” I said. He pulled my legs up, together, so. .. in view of her former pride, her wilful temperament. In view of the sheer damned arrogance of the woman!Quentin kicked the sleeping figure in the softness of her bottom.With a gasp, Julia started up, eyes fearful... breasts bouncing.“Your Mistress wants you,” said Quentin, grinning down. Oh Julia... oh Julia... he was thinking, who would ever have thought that you would descend to being chained naked in a lavatory? And be kicked into waking by your Master?Julia was now kneeling, hands on top. Ok, I waved, putting the groceries beside the mushrooms. I noticed Phillip talking urgently to Jill as I pulled away. A smile curled my lips. I could almost tell what he was saying. (Your father hates me.) (No, he doesnt. He just doesnt know you well.) No, I dont hate you, you little prick, I mumbled as I turned a corner and they disappeared from my mirror. I envy your skinny ass. You get all the teen age pussy you want. I havent had any since . . . I stopped, thinking of my daughter. Yeah, ok,.