“Well, I could water my lawn back home with Marcie’s cum-shower!” Said Norma. “I’ve never seen anything like that.”“Yeah, I could’ve w...ashed my car with that!” I said.Ramon picked up his floppy dick and began waving it around. “Yeah, you shoot more than a firehose!” He said.“Okay guys, you gonna make fun? Or, just be happy that you have a true squirter in your midst?” Asked Marcie.“Oh, we’re all impressed,” I said and we joined hands, arms and legs in a sort of awkward group-hug. I knew deep. While I was there, my dad had given me ateddy bear. Over the years I had hugged that bear any time I neededsomething to hug - something to take away the worries in my life. I'dhad Dad make some smaller replicas of those bears with Sarah's signatureon them that I could give to the fans who really touched me. But I hadalso had him get another one that was the same size as the original, andwhich had all of our signatures on it.It was made for this purpose. Once each of the band members had held. Now me one of the senior members handling key accounts worked and needed to work with her a lot. She always wore modern clothes except when we had client meetings in our Indian locations and then sleeveless blouse and sarees. Transparent low cut blouses and lacy bras and low below navel tied saree.She loved to smoke and drink and she shook me by telling that this was her 6th living in relationship. Well there it was bold and beautiful and dangerous. Because in one party she told me to my face. Vicky’s pupils dilated, as she watched Becky’s hands rubbing her pussy, three fingers slipping in and out, the other hand a blur, as Becky played with herself. Vicky’s own hands strayed about her body, one stroking her pussy, the other pinching a nipple hard between two fingers. She watched, her breath coming in short pants, as Becky writhed on the bed, her fingers pistoning in and out of her cunt and her other hand rubbing hard and fast at her clit. Becky slowed for a second taking her fingers.