Well, here they were, right in front of you. Or behind, you, as it were. The feeling of something large and hard nudging its way between her legs bro...e her self-deprecating rant. Charlie's cock, a monster, was edging towards her still-wet pussy. She grimaced, feeling him pull on her hips, getting him in a perfect position to fuck her. And then she felt the head rub against her wet lips, larger than any of her dildos, any of her ex-lovers, anything she had imagined. She knew it had been a. "Oh Funnnnnngh,Fuhhhh! Hunnnnng,hunnnnuuunnnnn!" There was an explosion of liquid. I didn't know if she was squirting pussy juice or if she had just pissed in my face, I just kept licking,shoving my tongue in as far as I could get it. I turned her over ,and spreading her asscheeks began to devour her asshole while I placed first one,then two,then three fingers deep into her dripping cunt. I rubbed her clit with my other hand since my entire face was firmly planted into her ass. My tongue. I didn’t really own anything of my own but I would fully dress in my mothers clothes a few times when I knew she would be gone for a few hours.. Usually it was just pantyhose, bras, and panties that I would borrow from my mom . I had experimented with it a bit when younger, stealing my mom’s pantyhose and jerking myself to incredible orgasms while wearing them or being forced to wear them from a older friend when I was young. I loved the feeling of the silky smooth nylon on my legs and cock. I. Me and Phil had a true connection because he was my first boy, but I was falling for Artie fast. I liked him for a while, but never expected him to be gay at all. I already took his virginity, and hoped to keep hooking up with him and Phil, but I preffered the intimate one on one over threesomes. At this point, Artie took about four shots and was clearly tipsy, so I cut him off. I took about five shots and was feeling good. I asked him if he wanted to leave the kitchen and go to the living.