He got off and left and I made a mental note of his number, he was number eight, he felt good and I wanted to know who he was, my friend was counting ...and keeping tabs on the guys as they took their turn.'Who was number eight', I demanded to know from her, she thought then made a counting gesture with her fingers and looked at my with a puzzled expression, 'You mean seventh', she replied and mentioned his name.In bed later that night I went back through the numbers, counting and recalling how. He can't decide. I don't want him to go. I don't want him to go and leave me all alone. I certainly don't want him to go back to her. I get up and straddle his lap. I get two inches from his face and give him a goofy look. His steel blue eyes lock mine and I get lost for a moment. All I think about is tasting him in everyway possible. My heart races, my eyes shut and I softly brush my lips against his. His lips are soft and smooth, warm and inviting. I kiss him again, a little harder this. I sucked the same way she would suck my own cock. Slow at first, swirling my tongue around the shaft, teasing the tip with my lips. It wasn't long before I had the whole thing down my throat. I was grabbing the back of Ellen's ass to keep her cock buried inside my whore mouth, she was grabbing the back of my head as I gagged on her manhood. "Who knew you were such a good cocksucker? Now, stand up slut. Slide your panties off and hand them to me" I did as I was told. "Mmmmm, look how creamy,. ..I bet you can't find out what color they are then!" Jake suggested"Care to put a little money where your mouth is, brother?" Larry asked"Sure why not. I bet you twenty-five dollars that you can't find out what color they are by four o'clock!" Jake challenged."You're on!!" Larry accepted.Sasha had grown very bored and tired of nothing to do. She surfed the internet for something interesting to get her mind into. She was wanting more than a computer to keep her company though. With the beauty.