I was at a party at the beginning of term, it was in town at the house of a friend of a friend. I had got split up from my friends—it turned out tha...t, when they were ready to go they couldn’t find me and left without me… while I had just been in the loo. Anyway, there I was, by myself at this party, drinking beer from a bottle and dancing a little at the edge of the ‘dance floor’. As I glanced around the room, I realised that there was a girl staring at me. She was a little taller than me, and. . I brought my fingers out of the hem of my dress.Even though it was dark, I could make it out. It looked like I had human semen on my fingers. I tasted it and I confirmed my fears…Victor was not at home when I came out from the shower and got dressedSo, it must be Terry; the bastard had masturbated in my pantyhose. I didn't like what my fingers found. Yet it was cum. I had Terry’s cum on my pussy and I was not wearing panties…Then it hit me, I started to feel like a slut. It was so naughty…I. As George nursed on his cock, he told them every feeling, every sensation he was getting and wished that they could be there to join in as they would both love George.Then George started to work his mouth up and down his thick pole and John knew that his orgasm wasn't too far away because of the way he was being sucked. George lifted his mouth from the throbbing penis and told him that he was becoming addicted to John's cock and then went right back to sucking deeply on the crown while licking. “Yes, I see what you mean,” she said, laughing.“Yeah, I don’t see him calling us and happily informing us of his good fortune. Especially since Madeleine used to be my good fortune,” he said.“No, no, I wouldn’t think so either,” she said. Now they both laughed.Well, I had me a woman, sort of. Would it last, our relationship? Well, one could hope. Three years plus without one but the dry spell seemed to be over. And, if it was over, I had a plan.She was making coffee, and it smelled good. I came.