She had slight rhythm going up and down with the guy that was behind her. I thought to myself they must be dry humping. Just as I finished that though...t I looked over to the right and saw her bikini bottoms and top on the floor next to the pool . Wow she must getting fucked I thought. I walked over closer without being seen and what I saw was total amazement. Both guys must have been doing her. I saw them all in rhythm.She was actually taking on both dicks in each hole. I hope they had rubbers. . i slide my mouth as far as a can down your pole & swallow inch after inch of your sweet hardness until i can take no more... your thickness completely fills my throat & when i reach my limit i back off... i repeat this movement as i swirl my tongue on the underside of your cock... i hear deep moans escape your throat & feel as your hips begin 2 rock back & 4th 2 fuck my mouth... i use both my hands & slide them up & down in time with my blow job... the spit escaping my lips allows your shaft. You know the type. no grill. no crafted beer on tap.shitty pizza and chips were the menu items. so there i was when in walks this girl with a couple of guys. i took quick notice because she was native american. they orderd drinks and sat at a table just behind me. as the night wore on she became pretty intoxicated as did i..as did we all.i was just putting down my 9th beer when i felt a tap on my shoulder. it was her! she said "well"? i said well what? she asked why i hadnt bought her a drink. None of us had followed the scene with the close attention required to know how much the musical landscape might have changed since then. We'd heard of Carl Craig, Plastikman and, of course, Jeff Mills, but we had no idea where to go or even who were most likely to still be active in the Detroit night clubs. We were adrift in a strange place without a map or compass.And this we learnt for sure when Jane, Jacquie and I ventured out just after midnight into Detroit's dark unfamiliar streets with.