This went on for what like seemed ages and ages. I was getting fucked hard at both ends and the sensation and the orgasm was terrific. What a great b...rthday I was having. It turned out that the best was yet to come, Alun was playing musical chairs. It started off with 4 chairs, my mouth and my pussy as safe. Once everyone had got into the swing of things when the music had stopped everyone not fucking me had to fight for a chair. If they did not get one they had to sit it out until the end.. ”“Then I think it’s just fine, too,” she acquiesced.A steady stream of incompatible thoughts began streaming through my head again. I tried to keep my concentration fixed on the marshmallows and away from comparing Jennifer to the girls I’d been with during my European exchange. “Yeah,” I lightly agreed. It was all I could manage to get out.“I think it’ll be fun, though,” she surmised.I looked up at her again. She was grinning. It was such a pretty smile. Why did Jennifer have to be so. Together they sat there drinking their neat whisky. Over the top of his glass he took in her trim figure. She had good legs and always wore the shortest of skirts to show them off, even today, on this sad occasion, her only concession was her skirt was black.If he was going to end everything, he might as well go out with a bang. He smiled at her, he don't think it was a very nice smile."I think I should go now," she said, feeling uncomfortable with his continuous gaze."No don't go just yet," he. Jayne was enjoying the attention at both ends and seemed close to an orgasm as she bucked her hips. A flash question crossed my mind – was she a squirter? But I was distracted by a hand on my cock making me jump. It stroked slowly and ventured to my balls and back again. Then I felt me legs being parted and whoever it was laid down between them to take my cock into their mouth. I prayed to God it was Julie’s or Anna’s mouth and not one of the guys. I’m not homophobic – just not into the guy-guy.