There was no telling how many different cocks she sucked, Mara had lost count after the seventh one, but by the end of the three hours Mara could fit ...a solid 7 inches of meat into her mouth and down her throat. Before tonight, Mara wasn’t a fan of oral sex. She had always found it a tad gross. She would accommodate her past boyfriends and suck their dicks during sex, but it wasn’t something that she did often or with any gusto. The last three hours though, after sucking numerous big black. I was glad they did since their combined squeals concealed mine. With our hearts pounding nearly out of our chests we hurriedly stumbled outside into the murky predawn. We followed the tracks down to the next bridge and squeezed out of the fence. Heading into a nearby mini market we spent the last of our money to replenish our supplies. The girls knew we were broke but sensed my worriment and wisely kept quiet. Heading onto Rhode Island state route 138 and crossed the 2 mile Narragansett. I’m not sure he even knew what I had done. I hoped not. My bare hand was covered in semen. I pulled the glove off my other hand and threw it in the disposal bin. “Just lay there and relax,” I told him, “while I get you cleaned up.” I turned on the water faucet, washed the semen off my hand and arm, and soaked a couple of hand cloths in warm water. I then proceeded to wipe up all the semen that was splattered all over him. I quickly realized that two cloths was not going to be enough. Finally. "Why isn't he touching me?" I thought, beginning to feel self-conscious.Mark swallowed the rest of his drink and smiled up at me. "Yep. Twenty five bucks," he said cheerfully. Then Mr. Dynamite shifted his weight, reached under his butt and pulled out his wallet. I put my hands on my hips and watched Mark take out two $20 bills. He lifted the hem of my dress slightly, exposing the lace tops of my thigh highs, and folded the money gently inside them. "Can you make change?" Mark asked, with a.