The bikinis hit the floor and she stopped out of them. She put one leg over my shoulder and her hand pressed my face onto her drooling pussy. I opened... my mouth around her slit."Are you ready, Bernie?" I nodded my head and she relaxed whatever muscle it is that holds the bladder closed.It was the third time I had ever done that in my life. The first two times, the girl had sat on my face while I lay flat on my back and yes, both times I had been drunk as a skunk. I knew what to expect, how it. Eight orders of spaghetti was ... well ... eight orders of spaghetti. Betsy always ordered the forty-eight ounce porterhouse. That was a massive quantity of food.Betsy said, “So far today I had seven breakfasts, and six Fisherman’s Platters for lunch.”“I honestly believe that if I tried to eat that much food, it would kill me,” Sally said. “They’d find my dead bloated body two steps from the table, if I was even able to move that far.”Betsy grabbed a couple of cookies out of a bag and wolfed. So after much trial, we got some good shots and I showed them to her. She was in such an excitement to see it and went to take a bath.I interrupted her and said, “Why waste the chocolate? Let me lick it completely.” She blushed and went for a bath and came back wearing just a bathrobe. Surprisingly, she wasn’t wearing anything inside. I could see the area of her wet, round, soft boobs that were wet and her nipples poking out of it.Till then, I was trying to manage my hard-on and was sorting out. It almost seemed as if he was checking me out. Being gay, this aroused me, and i had to excuse myself from the table to "go to the bathroom." I went into the bathroom, pulled out my phone, and started to masturbate to some pictures I had downloaded. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I quickly hid my phone and said, "Who is it?" Its..... Bill," Bill replied. Baffled, I called,"Um, I'm kind of going to the bathroom." No your not," Bill said. My cock, which had been rock hard while i was.