" Right after that comment, Lona winked her eye at me and asked, "What else can I get you and your husband to drink on the house?" My husband looked a...t her and said, "I'll take a triple shot of your best scotch". Then Lona looked at me and asked, "What will it be for you honey?" I replied, "A double shot of vodka with orange juice please". Lona then looked at me and my husband then replied, "Coming right up!!" While Lona was taking our drink orders, her husband Bill yelled out to the other bar. 'Ugh, fuck me...' managed to slip from my slutty mouth, which I realised was stuck to the bed sheet. Using my numb hands, I was somehow able to peel my face from the bedding and sit up. Albeit, swaying just a little and cursing the huge solar star currently trying to smash its way through the blinds.My ass hurt, my throat was sore and dry, my jaw felt as though it had been punched.Running my hand along my neck, I felt my bra (sticky, nice), my abdomen, my thighs and, naturally, my panties were. “That is the epitome of sucking, now you have got all the movements right its just practice now. From now on you can improvise and do things you like with it but always come back to the basics. Move the cock around in your mouth, squeeze it and feel the difference in it as you lick and suck. You can take it out and lick it again whenever you want play with it with your fingers and pop it back in and use your tongue over it like before. Slap it on your tongue just have fun with it and fondle my. Gary had known Emma since she went to a Catholic girls' school. They had dated since their late teens but only got around to getting married in their late twenties. However, being a Catholic had meant that Emma did not allow Gary anywhere near her lush young body.Emma, by any standards, was lush. Gary had first noticed her when she was at school. Her breasts were squeezed tightly into her uniform shirt. One summer, after school, she would take the bus with the top buttons of her shirt open,.