Tasha waded up next to her, their bare arms brushing up against each other. “Now that the old fuddy-duddies are all gone, we can have a real party,...” she quipped. “No kidding,” Heather responded, “this is a lot more like it.” She took a sip from her bottle and giggled. “But my tolerance is way down, I used to be able to drink twice this much and it wouldn’t affect me at all.” Tasha chuckled, playfully bumping her hip into Heather’s. “Well, the night is young. Hey, did you notice,” she said,. Bill then walked up and my ex-wife told me to take my tongue and clean his cock, lick all of the cum off of his balls to. I had never sucked a cock and I was trying to keep him from sticking his cock in my mouth. My ex-wife grabbed my swollen balls and gave them a hard squeeze and I let out a loud moan and Bill stuck his cock right down my throat. Once my mouth was able to accommodate his large cock I was beginning to like the taste and feel of his hard cock he was fucking my mouth and I was. Her body felt ravaged by the shockwaves he was sending through her; building her towards another orgasm. After feeling the first one, part of her realized that, with you, maybe she never had actually came before. With a loud grunt, he pulled his massive cock out of her, placing it in her waiting, open mouth as his cum shot out, dripping over her lips as she tried to swallow his massive load. There was a lot however; much more than she had ever seen come for your pathetic, little cock. His cum. .." she answered quietly. "I did hear you, but..." Suddenly, there were tears in her eyes. "Oh, Marcie, Steve, I apologize to both of you," she said, looking from one to the other. "I don't know what came over me. I walked down the hall and stood listening at your bedroom door for a long time." Suddenly, she made up her mind. "Look, I know that I've abused our friendship. I'll get my stuff and go on home..."Grabbing her friend's hand, Marcie tried to calm her. "Megan Kimbrel, you will not..