She knew she should be studying the Organic Chemistry notes she’d borrowed from Melissa. Instead she was sitting on an old couch in The Bishop’s ...mezzanine, drinking her second long island iced tea in as many hours. A few guys had come their way to chat, but most of their attention was on Simran and her v-neck shirt. Another group of guys burst through the door, their hooting incoherent through whatever Europop club remix of a Drake song the DJ had put on. From the group she only recognized. I felt my head was explode.Finally Mickael pulled his cock out, the stepped back. In a fit of coughs I lunged forward and fell to the red carpet, tipping a gallon of spit and saliva from my mouth. I spluttered and gasped while I tried to breath.Standing over me, Mickael began to wank his cock. "Good. Well done. You took a right battering and survived." Just." You'll enjoy the next one."I brushed my face with my forearm, wiping the saliva from my chin."I'll be the judge of that." Lie on the. Holding her head up straight she said, "Emily had dinner at the Pump Room in Chicago, probably during the second World War. She ate with a naval officer, a pilot. He never came back. He was awarded the Navy Cross, the Air Medal and the Purple Heart, probably posthumously. She was madly in love with him but they never slept together. When that portrait was done, she was still a virgin. Yet she was waiting for him, and felt he was very close."She looked at Mary whose face had been utterly. Sourpuss took my phone and started to take some pics with it. She told Pinky to climb on me and fuck my brains out. She was going to video tape us having sex. Sourpuss was turned on by this and pushed us to really give into the sex. I was hard as a rock and really wanted to cum so bad now. Pinky rode me hard and fast. She was telling me that how hot was watching my wife getting fucked in the ass. That thought was in my head. I turned into my a****l sex, and flipped her over. I took Pinky from.