When I got there I turned round to see that only Sarah was having any success. The others (including Debbie) were all at various stages of impaling themselves onto their bottles, of the bottles falling out. Everyone was laughing. This went on for a good 5 minutes before Sarah and Debbie managed to get their bottles over the line. Jake finally announced that I had won and that there was going to be another go at it, but that I was going to have a handicap. Jake went into the cottage and came back with a bottle of cheap champagne. He said that we wanted a full bottle of wine but there were none left so he brought the champagne. Jake gave me MILF the bottle; I looked at it and asked if I could take the wire and the big cork out. He said yes, but told me not to spill any of it, as he wanted to drink it. I carefully eased the cork out then put it on the ground ready to start. I knew that it wasn’t going to be as easy, my Vaginal Weight Lifting had toned-up my pussy muscles, but I was half-drunk and very wet. When Jake started the race I managed to impale myself okay, but as I lifted it off the ground it started to slip out. It didn’t come right out, but it hit the ground with a thump. Have you ever thumped an open can of coke on indian the table and then just watched it as it bubbles up and out of the can? Well this is what happened with the bottle of champagne. I’d just got started waddling along when I felt the bubbles start to rise into my pussy. Within a few seconds my pussy felt like it was being invaded by millions of ants. The pleasure was just too much. I dropped to my knees, grabbed the bottle to keep it in place, and then rolled onto my back. As I hit the ground I was cumming as good as ever. It felt a bit like the time that I put a hosepipe in my pussy and turned it on, but also like millions of ants were all biting me inside. Wow! Was it teen good? I was lying there, pulling the sexy bottle in as far as I could, and moaning like hell. When my brain came ‘back to earth’, I looked up and saw that everyone was stood around me looking down at me. Pete had a camera and was taking pictures of me. I eased the bottle out and passed it to Jake who complained saying that it was only half full. With that I pressed on my stomach which forced the rest out of my pussy like a fountain. “There it is!” I said. That game died and the talking continued. Patsy was sat on Jake’s lap and Sarah on Tom’s. Pete (complete with hard-on) was still taking photographs of all the naked bodies. Angie said that he’d never get them developed, but I heard Pete tell Kirsty that it was a digital camera, no developing. The drinking and talking went on for quite a while. At one point Jake drew our attention to desi Angie who had drunk so much that she’d passed out on one of the chairs. About half an hour later Jake said, “I’ve got an idea. You know how Angie can be a bit of a stuck-up bitch at times, how about we give her something to remember this holiday by.” After one or two ‘what’ and ‘okay', Jake said, “A shave.” One or two people were a bit slow on the uptake, but after a couple of minutes everyone agreed. There was a bit of doubt as to whether or not Angie would wake up so Jake said, “Okay, come on Tom, give me a hand to carry her inside. If she wakes up we’ll leave her alone, if she doesn’t then it’s off with the muff.” Tom picked up Angie's top half from behind her with his hands holding her tits, and Jake picked up her bottom half by standing in between her legs and holding her knees round his hips. Not too gently, they carried her in and plonked her down on her sleeping bag. When she didn’t even stir, Patsy said, “Right, that’s it, the stuck-up bitch gets her lesson.” With that Jake and Patsy went and got the shaving gear. It didn’t take Jake and Patsy long to complete the task without waking Angie and we all left leaving Angie with her legs wide apart. Everybody knows. Her eyes opened up and she released my mouth leaned back and MILF screamed as I felt her orgasm. Liam signaled his sister to lean down while still taking his cock. She smiled politely, but it quickly faded once she saw the father of the young children beckoning to someone behind her. Every look, every word spoken and every gesture, now seemed to involve lots of eye contact and the intimacy was electric. I sighed in relief. “Come with me” she said in a low voice. She pumped them in and out of me. My head tossed back and forth. Do you produce juices?” After desi a moment; your sexy fingers opened her lifeless eyes and kissed them. Back and forth, in and out, over and over. The sail back was more difficult than it had been getting here, we were mostly teen against the wind, so it was endless tacking, back and forth a countless number of times. “Sure did and I pumped her up but I still have a load, want to go to the sports bar and see if we can score?” You like 'em?" she asked. Jewish kid that wished he were black… LOL Nearly half of its length was now planted within her and its entry was only getting easier. To: Cow Udders “Sock him in the mouth!” Another onlooker, a girl, advised me. A few fellow spectators cheered their agreement. And she responded in the affirmative. I bet you’ve never been with a woman before. She turned around and flashed a little smirk at Felicia before moving deeper into the room indian towards Emily. "No, Honey. She tried to beg for mercy but only a strangled gurgle came from her throat. Clara's face went red and I noticed a tears starting to well up in her eyes when I looked at her. We click the bottles and take a sip. She collapsed over Nicole not able to catch her breaths.