’you want about the same amount?’ he asked. Not one to EVER be out done by ANYONE when it comes to how much of whatever to get high, I confidently... responded,’of coarse’.Only a few moments had passed when both of us had our ‘rigs’ ready to inject ourslves. Cringing I stuck my vien and pushed the plunger forward. Within seconds, my body was experiencing audio and visual stimulation like I had never felt. But more than that my body was very rapidly overcome with a surge of intense warmth.Then it. .At an auspicious time the next Sunday, the three of us stepped into Neha's new palace. The place needed a fresh coat of paint, though, except for the bath and the master bedroom - these had been deliciously wall-papered. Having nothing else to do, I volunteered to paint the whole place, and I remember my wife making a crack about how I was going back to painting again, but of a different kind. Neha wanted to be my helper, but my wife, who is chronically allergic to fresh paint, wanted to stay. My body stiffens in shock. “Shh. I don’t bite. Much.” Her breath smells of cherry Kool-Aid and vodka. I swallow again, unsure of what to do, my brain freezing up like a virus-ridden computer. Something warm and wet teases my neck, sending sparks of electricity to my extremities. Teeth sink softly into my shoulder as a cool hand slides up my chest. “Who,” I whisper, trying to find my voice through the haze. Her mouth moves up, traces my ear, tongue worming inside. “Let’s not ruin a good. I grabbed her hips, spreading her cheeks, licking her with doggy kisses from her clit to her sphincter “That’s it, my pet. Make me cum again.”, she cooed, grabbing my shaft and stroking it as I ate her. “Oh yes! Right there! Don’t stop.” I drank her cum as her cunt wept, her orgasm making her tremble again. She stood, turned, and, grabbing my shaft, aimed it at her damp, plump cuntlips, sitting slowly, feeling every inch as it filled her up. “Fuck me! Fill me! Make me cum again.”, she.