Right in the middle of the living room was big box. When I ripped it open I found 6 very large plastic tubs. There was nothing written on them so I op...ened one and saw that it was full of blue powder.I was over the moon. In those 6 tubs was enough blue powder to keep me on a sex high for at least 10 years. My pussy would be oozing my juices non-stop for 10 years and my nipples would be permanently rock hard and aching.Ben had followed me in and was just stood there watching me as I wet my right. They were our breasts. They were Mike's, Carey's and my breasts. I saw her face descend and I saw my nipple vanish inside her pink lips. I then felt the exquisite sensation of my best friend sucking my nipple at the same time as her husband started to thrust in and out of my cunt with a little more urgency.Carey moved so that she was bent into an almost foetal position. She had her face on my chest as she now totally unashamedly made oral love to my breasts. As her mouth and teeth and her lips. Socially inept. Inept in just about every other way.Especially I remember Marianne. She was a tall, blonde cheerleader with big breasts, round hips, and a well-upholstered behind. (Weight loss and dieting would not become a ruling passion among females for some years yet.) My heartthrob, she was. She made my heart throb, all right. Unfortunately, the reverse seemed not to be the case. She didn't even know who I was and nonchalantly brushed off my feeble efforts to approach her. It was a damn. " Well," Dave answered, putting another pizza into a microwave and setting the timer, "We didn't know what everyone liked, so we just got an assortment. We can always freeze what we don't eat, and have it some other time." Yes," Boswell said as she carried pizza boxes to the serving cart, "We sure don't get delivery service out here. This should go over really well."Boswell seemed to be apprehensive for some reason, glancing at the kitchen door frequently, obviously impatient with the delay as.