She again asked me really you don’t have girlfriend I replied you really don’t have any friend. Then she turns. She was watching in my eyes and I ...oo. What a movement yaar she looking beautiful like a angel in moon light.We are looking in our eyes for some time. Then I build some courage trying to kiss her but my disturb friend disturb us. We separate and she move to sofa and I was standing there only. He asking us what you both doing here. She said playing cricket? Can’t you? We both laughing. Larry laid there silently, his mind racing, trying to figure out what to do and say. Why in the hell had he put the bikini top on? WHY? His head was spinning, he was so nervous. He flashed back to a time when he was younger. He had always hated high school, which was why he had eventually dropped out. His mother worked a day job and his father had died when Larry was 5 years old. Larry had cut classes one day and gone home to have lunch. The school principal had called and Larry had been. They released me and I was told, through Alain to rim them all, making sure that they were clean. I started with Alain, who I had rimmed before, then dealt with Mr cut and then Mr uncut, who was not clean when I started. I was not allowed to come. We broke for dinner, and had a very civilised evening meal (which was rather surprising but very pleasant). After we had eaten I went under the table to suck each of them to a satisfactory conclusion, following which I went up to Alain's bathroom and. She teasingly avoids my swollen clit. She licks slowly but surely around it then finally swipes her tongue across it. I cum almost immediately, screaming out her name as I do. She continues to lick it while she begins to pump her finger in and out of my contracting pussy. "Whitney, Whitney! Don't stop, don't you fucking stop fucking my cunt you dirty slut! AHHHHHH!" Whitney slurps up all my sweet juices, slowly letting up on the assault on my pussy. After I finish my orgasm, she creeps back.