The loser had to scull and of course I lost more. Now I think about it I might have been set up. After we had been playing for a few hours, it was my ...turn to scull once again, I turned to Michael and said "Michael, are you trying to make me lose, and get me drunk".His reply was "are you accusing me of something little girl?"I denied everything, but he didn't think I was being serious. He said "right downstairs, its bed time, I've had enough".I thought, ah well I am too drunk to play anymore, I. But I could tell she loved it. I started pumping away on my porn-star slut sister, working my cock up her ass rhythmically. I reached under her to help her shove the dildo into her pussy with the same tempo. Then I began to finger her tits with my other hand. Cyndi's mouth was wide and she kept screaming in pleasure as she got ready to cum. I fucked Cyndi up the ass harder, pounding my shaft into her tight bum-hole as Cyndi's buttocks thumped faster up and down into the bed.I rolled onto my. I texted her back that she was a lucky bitch. Her response was that no, they were the lucky ones to have this bomb ass pussy, ass, hands and head. My text to her was, YOU FUCKING FREAK!!! Her last text was, don’t hate, just participate. My pussy was juicing bad and it did not help that I was rubbing my legs together like match sticks. Connie had opened up her graduation gown just wide enough to show me that she only had on panties. My eyes almost jumped out of my head. She mouthed to me that. Most of the girls would quickly look away. It was surprising that some of them blushed as they did. Now that was interesting.Life was good.At lunch he saw one of the girls who had blushed sitting with another girl. He walked over and asked "Do you mind if I join you."Ann Griffin blushed again. Her best friend, Rachel Stevens answered for her, "Sure," she said as she introduced them. Ann had short red hair and cute freckles on her nose. She looked like an athlete but in 1957 girls didn't get a.