As I pulled out he thrust in and as I thrust in he pulled out. She was really starting to moan now and interspersed with dirty talk. "Oh god it feels ...so good being double stuffed" she moaned before taking my mates dick back in her mouth. We were all in seventh heaven. Occasionally Christine would take the dick out of her mouth to tell us how good it felt but never for more than a short sentence. "Fucking fill my arse and pussy with your cum" And you cum all over my face again" I want your cum. There's no reason for me to stop, even as the intensity fades and fucking the bottle becomes easier. I enjoy every bit of riding the French Chardonnay bottle until the aches in my belly and knees and thighs and lower back mean I have to slow down.It's only then that I will check how far I have gotten. I can't go by any marking on the bottle because the glass has been rubbed and washed smooth. And I can't trust a high water mark because the medical lube and my juices have been pumped in and out. My stomach heaved, but then it seemed like my mouth was too full and I swallowed by instinct, just to make some room. And as I did that I tasted things for the first time. I wasn't pleasantly surprised. I was astonished.Uncle Bob tasted good! The first thing I thought of was the Scotch he had let me try. There was a certain taste mixed in the Scotch, along with the taste of smoke and the sweet of the ginger ale he put in my glass. It was a hint of bitterness that made my tongue want to wake up. Our time was limited, as this had to happen on their lunch breaks, and I couldn't wait.When they came in, I offered some wine, which we all took as we were all a bit nervous. She sat down with her sexy legs crossed and dress riding up. It was obvious that he was the dominant one, as he began talking about her and what she likes, what he likes, etc. He asked her to kisses up her dress and show the panties she was wearing, which were thin black lace. He said I could keep these as a souvenir. She.