But even though Meg was no longer an “anal virgin”, Glen Quagmire knew he would revisit that wonderful experience once again… and that time was ...oday! “So how are your oral skills holdin’ up, Meg?” Glen asked as he sat down on the edge of Meg’s bed and leaned back on his hands. “Let me show you!” Meg chirped as she knelt between Quagmire’s spread legs. Meg stared at Glen’s huge cock, looking directly at the bulbous head, the vein covered shaft and his swollen avocado-sized balls. Without. While I fucked her we spoke about the first BBC she had and how good it would be again. The next day she went to his desk to collect the tickets. She told me that he chatted to her about the sites and how he loved her British accent. That evening we went to the theatre and then to a bar and had a bit to drink. After a few more mojitos was when she asked would it be ok for me to as chris up to our room.. I was so excited I would finally get to watch her get fucked. I wasn't present the first. "Me too," she confessed. Our cuddle session continued as no words were spoken. After an hour of cuddling we had breached the three o clock hour. I leaned up and my feet met the floor. I walked a couple feet and turned around. My eyes went to her and her eyes bolted right back at me. "Damn, you were right. I fought you, but I gave in and loved it. Now with our new found attractions, would you wanna have sex again at some point?" I asked, caressing my cherry. "Well, this whole thing is gonna stay. "I'm Clay Wilder." He held out a hand. "Oh, I'm Willow. Oakton." They shook hands and he liked the feel of hers in his. "Clay, don't you remember? You met Willow at the party last summer," Holly said. "I did?" Clay looked down at the woman before him and tried to place her. She had dark blonde hair and he'd caught a glimpse of green eyes and what he was sure were kissable lips. He liked the casual jeans and shirts she wore, which showed off the kinds of curves he liked. Despite all that, he.