He pulled away as he started to soften. Again it was an awkward silence as we both dressed and said our good-byes. I could still taste his cum as I dr...ve home and I relived the moment that thick and strange tasting liquid filled my mouth. Whatever guilt I felt was soundly overridden by the thrill of giving a man such intense pleasure, the pleasure of giving pleasure. It became my favorite masturbation fantasy. It was a little awkward hanging out at Dick’s shop and talking about cars after. For the whole night I toss in turn and wake up in a pool of sweat, feeling repulsed I get out from bed and put my shoes on to go to the bathroom. I forget about the buddy code set up and lone dog it. From across from us I can hear most of the girls are still up while all of the guys have crashed except me. Breaking my first rule I go over to my sister's cabin. They're up of course and open the door."You're not supposed to be outside," she says giving me a disappointed look."Let him stay,". How about going dress shopping with me and fucking me in the dressing room.’ ‘Who are you and what have you done with my wife.’ ‘You changed her last night. You loved her and fucked her to her best night of sex ever. The woman with your cock in her pussy wants more and wants it in places we have never considered before. So suck it up. Hey, damn good idea I just had.’ She turned them to a sixty-nine and resumed sucking his cock. He found her clit and pressed his lips around it and did his own. She spread her legs and asked me to lick her pussy. I licked her pussy, while she was licking the balls of Vikas. Vikas put his cock back into her mouth and held her head firmly. This was a much better position to gag Disha because she was lying down and Vikas could use his weight to push his cock deeper in her mouth. Which he did. I Could hear the “groak groak” sound of mouth fucking again. Disha would stop in between to cough out saliva and then she would start again. She was loving it on.
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