Pulling her hands out Jodie moves her hands to run up Emma's sides, towards her bra, cupping her breasts she squeezes them."What do we have here?" Emm...a asks aloud, her long hand plunging into the girls top and withdrawing a small bag of white powder, to the untrained eye looking just like coke. "That- th- that's not mine!" Emma cried aloud her face horrified, matched by Dylan. "Excuses" Jodie claims, knowing full well that it wasn't. She had never been the best at slight of hand but even in the. We fucked in this position as our souls became one. The world around us just faded away and soon we were aware of nothing but each other. The only sound was the sound of our heartbeats beating in unison. Barbara and I fucked like a well oiled machine. I could feel her sugar walls grip the sides of my cock like 1000’s of tiny satiny silk fingers stroking it. I knew it wouldn’t be long until either of us would cum again. Deep inside I could feel my cock swell with cum and I could feel Barbara’s. I pretended to struggle, telling her we mustn't, while our audience egged us on wildly. After a long pause, and with a face full of pure lust Sarah lowered herself down on my unprotected erection. She sat quite still for a moment, before saying Oh God I've wanted to feel that for so long. Our audience was going crazy, him wanking for all he was worth and she with her heels up on the sofa with two fingers deep inside her pussy while her other hand played with her clit. We started to fuck again,. I was beyond pleasure. Darrell had taken me to another plane, another dimension of existence in which noting existed except my sex and his mouth. I shuddered, grew rigid, and surrendered my body to an orgasm that must have fried millions of brain cells. Blackness overcame me.My next perception was a gentle knocking. I was back in Darrell's arms and his eyes were closed. The knocking came again, more insistently. "Wake up, in there you guys! Time for breakfast. You can't keep that up without.