And so, I began looking for handrails. Something to hold on to. Anything to prop me up so I could come to some kind of a future without her. I thought... one handrail might be Angela, but I could never approach a girl like her. Maybe hookers. But hell, I didn't have money for hookers. Then, I realized there were two handrails that I could hold on to and they could never be taken from me. They were these two facts: 1. A high school girl had actually sat on my face! No one could take that. And the throbbing cock, and pussy.. and her juices were all over me.. i could feel her pussy juices flow down my ass crack.. hot.. the pussy squeezing and pulsing.. and she held her head on my chest.. and her actions and her noises were increasing.. and I told her to go at whatever pace she wanted.. and do whatever was best for her.. this was all about her.. this was her fuck... this was her pussy fucking this cock.. she began to grab my hands and fingers tighter, she began to move. I was completely shocked, and my face was turning bright red. On his third push, he held his cock steady in my throat for several seconds. “Breathe!” he reminded me, as tears ran down my cheeks. I finally calmed myself down enough to catch my breath, and my throat relaxed against his pounding manhood fucking my throat repeatedly and relentlessly. Mack was getting even more out of control behind me, as he watched his cohort deep throating me so f***efully. He banged his hips against my ass,. Then she would cum and squirt in my face, but still there was no relief for me until she had cleaned herself up, then she would wrap an ice cold towel around my tool until it lost interest in getting off.Two weeks after the agreement was struck we had five couples over for pizza and beer.The sex toys were scattered around almost every where. After a few people mentioned what they had found Sandy took a vote regarding how everybody felt about playing spin the bottle, with the people who were.