When they arrived home Sylvia was a little unsteady. John helped her up the stairs to her room. At her door she turned and hugged him. Then she kissed... him on the lips. That was a great surprise. The greater surprise was that the kiss lingered just a moment longer than he would have expected. Then she said goodnight and went into her room. Sylvia closed the door. She went over to her bed and began undressing. She was able to remove her high heels and then her blouse and skirt. She fumbled with. But I was too tense. The guys around crowded even closer. Some pushed the others out of the way, and pressed their cocks toward my face. A new, big, dark cock entered my mouth and I started gagging on its thick shaft. The knob was salty, circumcised. Felt good…. I couldn’t see the owner of this monster.‘He needs this’ said my Smoker friend.I smelt a mixture of odours. One was a familiar edgy one; amyl nitrate. The other was really welcome – a mixture of tobacco and weed, and good weed at that.. ‘ Aur wo chala gaya. Kuch hi der baad kisi ne fir se darwaza khol ke light on ki , mai ne dekha to ye wohi ladki thi. Mai ne pucha’ kya hua ap ko? Kaun ho tum?’ wo boli mai ‘ tumharay dost ki behan hun. . Wo Farhan ki choti behan thi lekin kya maal thi wo mai to use goorta rha aur us ka naam pucha to us ne kaha ki ‘mera naam Sabiya hai’. . Wo jeans aur red colour ka top pehni hue thi. Us ne kaha ap dance nahi karogay ?. . Mai ne kaha ‘ nahi, mujhe nahi aata.. To wo boli chalo utho mai sikhati. I was feeling pretty mellow when she got a gleam in her eye and disappeared into the kitchen. She came back in just a minute with a jar of honey and a basting brush. She made me sit on the edge of the sofa with my legs propped on the coffee table and the next cushion while I leaned back. Then she took the basting brush, dipped it into the honey and proceeded to cover my cock, which quickly grew hard again, from stem to stern and all around with the sticky honey. Then for good measure she basted.