Even Jen had been there and Jethro had tipped his bottle of beer at her. Even now, she sat there at the gravesite in the second row, behind the team, ...her eyes red rimmed, her lip trembling.The priest was saying something profound, but he was beyond listening, didn't really care. It had all blurred together anyway, the speeches, the remembrances from the people who had barely known the dead guy. The ones from the team and the director had actually meant something. The letters from the president,. One of the guys stood behind each of them, then as one, they sank their erections into the waiting pussy’s, and fucked vigorously, then changed to the next girl, until one by one, they had fucked them all. Beth as she sat sipping her drink, had thought the party was over. She’d lost her cherry. She was no longer a virgin. A woman had licked her cunt, until she thought she’d wet herself, and then that same woman had sat on her face. She shouldn’t have liked that, but, as she became use to it,. The 'cottage' had been an eye opening and important part of my sexual education.I was, at this point in time, in my late twenties, and took a trip to the toilets, hoping for what Americans call, a 'hook-up'. It was a beautiful, warm Summer's day, the afternoon sun relentless and unforgiving. As I entered the premises, the place was pretty busy, with both of the cubicles occupied and two guys at the urinals. I unzipped myself and forced out a pee, then went to go and clean my hands in the one. She had a perfect pussy. Perfect juicy lips. I fell in love. I looked up at her and smirked. I spread her legs some more and began to tease. I started by kissing her inner thighs. I got closer and closer until I was just right next to her pussy lips. I slightly started to touch her pussy with one of my fingers, running it up and down all while still kissing. Then I started to lick all around her pussy casually running my tongue across her lips every now and then. She said in a whimpering voice,.