It was odd that he went from wanting to hang out to not caring about it. An hour later thinking about it, I realized what he had wanted. My body quive...ed thinking about him fucking me one last time before he left. This was different, every other time Ernie fucked my brains out Mike was out of town. I put the thought out of my head. As the morning went on I couldn’t stop thinking about his cock inside me. I quickly figured out a timeline that would work, if we were done by noon I would have time. After a few people mentioned what they had found Sandy took a vote regarding how everybody felt about playing spin the bottle, with the people who were paired up by the bottle having a private or public session of masturbating each other. Wow, there was a lot of laughing, hooting and hollering. As a helpful husband I brought out the hard liquor. I brought our three gallons of Scotch, three gallons of whiskey and three pints of schnapps. I said, "Hey, group, here is some liquid courage to help. She’s looking at me hungrily, either I’m breakfast or she’s horny, she’s focusing on my dick, so I guess horny.Then, she comes over to the bed and without a word, lifts her leg, straddles my head, and gets on top of me in the sixty-nine position. If I hadn't had a pussy in my face, there would have been a big smile there, that’s one of my favorites (though, really, anything Kennedy wants me to do is a favorite). This time it seems to be for her benefit, I’m supposed to get her off. That can go. Eventually moving your mouth down a little more with each stroke, until you’re taking in about half of him. He’s pushing on the floorboard from the desire for more. You take you hand away and take his cock to the base. Your hair tickling his belly on each down stroke. Your tongue searching every bit of him. Moments later you can feel his body tensing, and his shaft swelling. Knowing that he’s going to cum soon. Your tongue can feel his veins down the length of him, and his heart pounding.