Making room with my hands, I buried my mouth into her cunt, licking and sucking everything that felt warm and wet. “My clit – suck my clit!” Dip...i yelled. “Oh, YES! Suck it hard – very hard! Don’t stop!” I found it and complied. Her movements became uncontrollable, just like ten minutes ago. With my teeth I started biting her clit gently…sort of chewing it gently. Her breathing turned into one continuous loud groan, as she gasped “Harder, harder, HARDER! Come on! Coordinate your fingers with. Cynthia felt the panties against her lips, "Open your mouth whore, taste your fuck holes!" She obeyed, opening her mouth and taking her pussy soaked panties in!Hands over took her body, touching her everywhere at once. She deduced there was three of them as she felt a pair of hands squeezing her tits, a pair grabbing her ass and yet another spreading her pussy lips apart. Frank gripped her boob hard, her nipple popping forward, erect and ready for a mouth. He sucked it in, flicking it around in. I clung to my mother, my face buried in her neck, my naked body soaking her dress. She rocked me as all the pain flowed out of me. I had ruined everything yesterday. Candice was the last person I should have ever fucked.It would have been better if Shelena rammed her girl-dick into me.Candice used to love me. Now ... now she saw what I was. Who could love someone who would fuck twenty futas in a bathroom? Who could love someone that sucked all those cocks and came over and over again. My pussy. As I approached I could see his scorecard on the round table top. With three empty beer bottles. A fourth in his hand. Oh. Oh. Not good. I was expecting to see two names on Dannys scorecard. There were none. The four Amigos were using golf scorecards to record our game. From the Wisconsin Breeze Golf and Country Club. Two cards each, eighteen holes per card. For a total of thirty-six holes. Holes. How appropriate. How many holes could we plug? How many holes-in-one could we sink? There were.