He winked at her then and she grinned and felt a little boost of confidence. “Ok,” she said. “I’ll give it a try.” Jeb turned t...owards her so that his stiff, glistening member was right in front of her face. It was still wet with Reagan’s saliva, so Julie-Beth hastily stroked it a few times to clean it off. Then she licked her soft pink lips, looked up at Jeb, and took him in her mouth. The inside of her mouth was warm and slippery, just like Reagan’s had been, except that. This was more like it.I'd taken French in high school, sort of a natural in Louisiana, and my third of five classes was a little more advanced than I'd expected, but I was here to get pushed. I wasn't here to party and make the social scene, that I already had handled. So I practiced my lip and tongue action, important things in my social activities. I also practiced my French vowels. Those were important, too.I'd had to have an elective, and Mother had suggested public speaking. It wasn't. She became so excited her shaking hands could barely undo his pants before pulling them and his underwear over his hips. His erection amazed her, it's size, it's shape, it's being what it was, her greatest want and need. Her hand reached out and stroked it softly and it reacted by bobbing upward, away from her hand. Seeing this, she licked her lips rediscovering the taste of her own sex, and coveted the taste of his. Her head bent forward allowing her mouth to surround and engulf the desired. She was really digging being sandwiched together by two men. There is a name for that, but I could not think what it was called. Wait. I then remembered the guy behind her asking me something. He asked me if it was OK to do what she wanted? To do what she asked? Oh my. She wanted to suck her ass juices off his dick that was buried deep in her butthole. Holy shit. And I said OK. And she did it. And she loved it. Oh wow. Holy shit.But the smell of urine? That was a puzzle. I.