I could hear the running water and the flushing of the toilet. In arranging the house for her re-entrance, I left a single dim light on in the kitchen... that washed out across the dining room floor while opposite facing security lights from the mall across the street dimly filtered their way through the front hedge of holly, privet and two sentinels of arborvitae. It was all enough to set the mood. Candle lights couldn’t have done it better though I had lit two of them in bedroom. The door handle. I felt his balls on my chin, splashing the drool. I knew it was soaking my shirt, and I didn't care, I wanted it, wanted to be used, wanted my mouth to be a cunt for him," she confessed, as she had so many times in the past."He fucked my mouth so good, Ron, everything we ever dreamed and more, God, it was wonderful. I heard the other men saying things, dirty things, but I didn't hear them clearly from the noises coming from my throat. But their voices and tone made me hotter, and I dug at my. Bernadette could easily have been one of them, and perhaps was on thecusp and I felt preferred to be so. Then you had the 'would be' ones.They wore either bikinis or high cut one piece costumes. Some lookedgorgeous but were always excitedly interrupting or else agreeing withwhat the 'pretty ones' said, often adding that they had also done this orthat or heard of this or that.Then there were the 'followers'. These girls simply giggled at everythingsaid or commented about things said, often with. "Kiss me," she whispered.Leaning down to kiss her again, I felt her hands on my shoulders, pushing me down. "Down there—" she told me in a husky voice that reeked of need.Kiss her down there? Kiss her pussy? This was crazy. But if that was what she wanted, then I would do it. I could feel her hands on my shoulders pushing me down. Only inches away from her, I saw her big tits pass in front of my eyes, then her belly and at last, the furry tangle of hairs covering her sex. I didn't know what to.