She felt the first of it going down her throat and climaxed again, as she held it at the back of her throat for a moment, tasting the sweet and sour combination she loved so much. If I could, I’d swim in this stuff, she thought. She finished her climax to the lovely thought of her body suspended in a vast tank of cum, buoyed by the thick white liquid, laying on her back, her hair dripping wet with it, dipping her head back and catching a mouthful of cum, more cum than she could ever swallow... The man was gone. She was still there, with the cum on her face, thinking about how it would feel to have a stomach literally filled with this white gold. She considered how many men it would take. A roomful? More. Scores. Every man in this disco, she thought, every man here tonight, and tomorrow, and for the next month... She licked her fingers and returned the look the man in the silk shirt gave her. Burn, baby burn... disco inferno, the music screamed... It’s been years since I promised the last part. I really don’t know why I’ve hesitated, but here it is. I’m so sorry for the wait. This one will be long…it is the last, and the best of my experiences with my best friend Mike. I couldn’t believe where Mike and I had started from and where we were now… After a couple of years we had finally found the perfect area to park in the hills outside of town where nobody had ever even came close to finding us. So, with that sense of security we were parked there what seems like at least a couple of nights a week satisfying each other. Now, instead of stroking ourselves for a while before hearing those words, “do you want to suck it a little?”, Mike was saying those words just about as soon as our cocks were out. As soon as the words were said our shirts, jeans, and underwear were all coming off, and Mike hung his neck chain on my rear view mirror. I don’t know why, but it still turns me on to think of it hanging there…not a thing on his beautiful body. Some nights it was solely sucking each other until one of us was the indian first to cum (usually Mike), although occasionally Mike would offer up that beautiful, smooth ass. I was becoming obsessed with his ass. While he was sucking on me, my hands always found their way to his ass…squeezing it, sliding a finger in his warm love tunnel. It usually lead to me diving my tongue into it when it was my turn to suck on his beautiful cock. I always made my way back there. His moaning seemed to intensify each time, and when I worked a finger into it he would always moan and push back into my hand. I really thought this was as far as things would go, but I was wrong. Pleasantly wrong. One night while Mike was going down on my cock, just as he started, he asked me, “who am I?”. We had been talking about a girl we knew for a while that night, Ronda. Both of us obsessing over how good it would feel to have her suck our cocks. A short while after I told Jon what I was going to do he told me that I had to wear my remote controlled egg every day. “What are the up to?” I asked, phones coming out to snap my picture. Jon thought it was funny. In another car right behind them was a Town car that held Fred. That was incredible.” “I-I’m not! We were both lying on our stomachs, our heads turned facing each other, when Susan showed me a naughty grin. After all, it was Sandra’s advice that had really pushed me to move forward with Scarlett. I looked up at my windows, and wondered if Susie had ever spotted me glancing down into her place as I was in my kitchen or bathroom. About half an hour after I’d had a shower I crept out of my cabin and went to daddy’s cabin. I moved one hand from Niky’s body placing it on Mariana nearest tit to me, cupping it all letting her nipple slipping between two of my fingers. Melody and I had talked about it. It worries me that you're giving away all of your money," She says in a heartfelt manner. indian It was too much for Josh. When his tongue touched her clit, she was done resisting. I’ve had women who immediately stop as soon as the cum starts squirting which of course ruins the orgasm. "Don't worry about the camera," said Amy vaguely. The lap down car was low, so the guy on the outside had the position. This threat gave her some resolve.