And so we resume the story.The radio was playing Santana and Motown, James Brown and Simon and Garfunkel, The Beatles, Otis Redding, the Stones, the W...o, and Buffalo Springfield -- and it’s never sounded as good since. You had to be 21 to vote or legally drink, but at 18 they wanted to draft your sorry ass off to Viet Nam. Things were changing. Maybe we didn’t see it, or want to see it, and maybe I was still wearing button-down shirts, but all hell was about to break loose.I had to report back. I let him.Soon Colleen peeked around him and invited me in. I wanted to pick her up and hug her, but knew that would fulfill me but scare her, so I smiled, walked in, and waited. Rebecca and Millie stood just beyond Colleen, and I gave them the same look of love, and hoped it conveyed my joy.Jim cleared his throat but before he could speak I said, "I know. I really do know. You're confused, angry, suspicious, and hopeful, which is exactly what I am feeling, too. Even though I want to break down. I couldn’t help but notice, Mike’s dick was a tad smaller than mine, but he’s got the experience. Mike stood up and swung Ellen around, she looked over at me again as Mike slowly entered my girlfriend’s pussy, her face told me how good it felt, as he pushed all the way in, with Celia feeling equally as good on top of me. Celia was facing the action with her ass towards me and I hadn’t realized I was up there. She was tight but comfortable, moving up and down on me. Mike made Ellen squeal with. The room was crowded and noisy and he said, "Want to get out of here? Come to my place and mess around?" If she hadn't been so damn horny she would have refused, waiting until she knew him. Two margaritas and her needy cooch made her consider it, though, and finally she agreed. No good advice ever comes from a hungering pussy. And people say only men think with their genitals. Jess's hand whipped up a lather in her cooch as it oscillated fast and furiously on her clit. She felt the seed of an.