“Just fuck me in the pooper once,” I begged him, “if you don’t like it we won’t do it again, promise.” “It aint going up your shit hole...,” he answered. “I’m eighteen years old and I’ve never been butt fucked,” I complained, “I feel like a freak.” “Ass fucking is freaky, that’s what queers do.” “Screwing a girl’s ass doesn’t make you a queer, you nut!” I screamed. “It isn’t natural.” “Maybe not, but it’s supposed to be good. Ellie Davidson said ..” “Ellie Davidson is a slut.” “She’s my. Hiccup Giggles. Sammi was in the full-fledged drunk mode.“Hon-thy,” Sammi intoned, her speech slightly slurred. “Can your pour me another wink?”I had to chuckle. I hadn’t seen Sammi this drunk in years. I stepped up to the dining room table and grabbed the bottle of wine. As I attempted to pour the remnants into Sammi’s wine goblet, Sammi reached out and, without any sign of embarrassment or shame, grabbed at my semi-erect cock.“Babe!” Sammi exclaimed as Kate and Toni looked on, “You’ve got a. My mind is racing, I want something, anything inside me now so that I can cum hard. I begin to whimper without realizing it.“I think someone needs a cock in her” stranger tells Sir.“You are right, shall we let her know who is going to take which hole, or shall we let her wonder?” I don’t hear their decision, and quickly know they don’t intend to fill me in as suddenly I feel knees on either side of my head as a hard cock shoves into my mouth making me gag, and another is teasing my pussy by. However, there's still lots of sex.As ever, my heartfelt thanks to Estragon, whose vorpal blade went snicker snack, leaving for dead homophones and typos galore. He also chose the title.On with the story...?And now lot forty seven. A free standing mirror in a carved oak frame depicting seven cavorting nymphs. What am I bid? Do I hear fifty pounds? Come along, this is a fine piece, OK, let’s start at forty pounds, thirty, yes, thirty to the gentleman in the front row, thirty five anyone?.? Right.