Corsets, like a Mistress. Whores, made-up with cocksucking lips.I wandered confused, stoned and horny. I really shouldn't have had that third joint. B...ut hell, I loved the feeling of being stoned. The ground was squidgy beneath my feet, propelling me on. I stopped at a bar, had a small beer to slake my thirst, then moved on, seeking...what?I walked past the whores. I knew I was fucking horny, wanting to get laid, wanting to get off, wanting to cum. But none of the girls were turning me on. What. He got a bit better over time but oral sex was out for him and I never had an orgasm except a few times when he used his fingers on me.”“Hmmm”, I said, “not a very positive start for you then”.“Well”, she responded, “at least he didn’t take up a lot of my time” and she burst out laughing.“From the sounds of things you haven’t made out too much better since then.”She thought for a minute and then said, “Well it hasn’t been all bad. There have been a couple who have given me orgasms, but no one. I could smell its scent of sexuality and my mouth opened and I moved to it and I slipped my lips onto that perfect cockhead and crawled forward until that entire head was in my mouth. Not the shaft. Just the head.I let my eyes drift closed and felt my mouth beginning to move, like in a gentle roll. Softly. So softly. Like suckling. Very soft and slow mouth movements on the head of his hardened sex tool. I was in dreamland just feeling every texture, every ridge, every taste, and that wonderful. “Fuck my ass, please, Cyrus! Bend me over and take me from behind!” Tommy urged Cyrus, who was only too thrilled to start plowing the back field, lubing him and lining up his prick to invade Tommy’s cornhole.While this happened, Nellie McKenna had her face buried in Millicent Grover’s gash, her tongue wanting more of that sweetness of her womanly au jus. The somewhat older Nellie lapped hungrily away at the young Millicent’s honey-colored body, tasting her twat with great satisfaction, while.