“I do. These are really great friends and even better people. We stick together and support each other. That’s one of the reasons why Troy’s actions hurt so much…in some ways even more than the whipping. But he made his own choices just like all of us. Hell, I don’t want to talk about him. We need to have fun.” I had just finished when Rod’s son asked if he could have another hot dog. I laughed as I tousled his hair. “Coming right up,” I said as I walked quickly to the grill. I had four additional orders by the time I was there. We spent the entire afternoon in the pool either swimming or playing volleyball or just standing around drinking. The others had changed into their suits, but I remained in my tee and my jean shorts. There was no way I was going to expose my back to my friends—not for quite a while, anyway. I did have two big pieces of the fresh strawberry pie and even Scarlett had to agree it was great. I’d had it with several different kinds of crusts—regular baked piecrust and graham cracker being my two favorites. The whole fresh berries were covered in a clear red glaze before covering the entire pie in a thick layer of real whipped cream. I didn’t creampie know if it was a local specialty, but I did know that I had loved it all of my life. The party started to break up around five with all of the women pitching in to handle the clean-up before hugging both Scarlett and me. Finally, Fred joined me as I drove my truck to the rear of blowjob the yard where I stored my firewood. I already had two ten foot rows of seasoned wood held in place by sections of one-inch galvanized closeup pipe that I had driven into the ground. He climbed into the truck bed to pass the logs down to me. Twenty minutes later the bed was empty so we drove back to the factory to load another shipment. Up early tomorrow morning I’d take this one to Mom and Dad, and load another for Sandra and Sal. If I could find the time I’d also take care of Nick. If not, I could deliver his during the week. I had asian tried to get out of going to Sandra’s on Sunday for an afternoon of drinks, socializing, and dinner, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. I figured I was stuck so up early I delivered the wood to my parents, stacking it as quietly as possible then it was back to the factory for another load. I dropped that japanese behind Sandra’s garage. I managed to finish with Nick’s load just before noon. Scarlett had left me a note telling me that she had to go home, but would see me later. I ate a quick sandwich so I wouldn’t be drinking later on an empty stomach then grabbed an even quicker shower before dressing in a golf shirt and shorts. I could make this drive in my sleep. Sandra and Sal lived on the same street as my parents. My folks lived toward the northern end; Sandra was almost a mile farther south. I pulled the Porsche up to the curb, noticing Scarlett’s Civic parked across the street. I recalled thinking that was how she knew Sandra, but I was wrong. That was proven to me as soon as I rang the bell. I was completely surprised when Scarlett opened the door. “Wha….What are you doing here? Pleasure shot down my asian shaft. Beside me, my brother played with the princess and the faerie, their moans adding such a delicious symphony to creampie accompany the pleasure surging through my body. His cock tip was showing. He ignored me, pressing harder, his fingers moving against my slit up to my clit. I dial up Ms. Nestor. Haley hated how bad she was at reaching out to other people. They said they would, so he told them we’d be back on cam in thirty minutes. Anna noticed that the sharp pain was leaving quicker than it had the first time. I felt more than a little undeserving of her attention, her body was quite literally out of this world. I had a quick flash vision of me spending a whole day on the beach doing absolutely nothing. “Human bitch going limp!” warbled a far-away voice from somewhere down the deep, closeup dark pit of warm blackness Zahrine was fading, slipping down into. However, in my current situation I just might be having second thoughts. She practically leaped over the center console and pulled me in and kissed me deep and passionately! God Damn did they look bigger and fuller in this thing. “What?” "And he just kept blowjob on fingerin' the crap out of my pussy, while japanese he kept tellin' me how much he had missed havin' his hands on a woman's pussy. There are so many different things that you can do to the balls with your hands while giving a blow job, from fondling to caressing to tickling to massaging them. A few swats to her stomach. "Uh, OK. Have you got a rubber?" My body began to convulse as my orgasm overtook me. My hips gyrated and my hands shook as I began to moan. I scanned my memory for guilt.