I did try to suck on Adam's fat c**k, but for the most part it was more a case of him simply 'f*****g my mouth'; I was so lost in the sordid act that the other boys had joined us before I was aware that they'd even moved. A hand -- more gentle than Adam's -- cupped my left breast, then a second later another, though clearly not matching hand groped at the right one; twisting my n****e quite deliciously with its fingers. It was perhaps another twenty seconds before a third hand -- whether independent or a pair to one of those at my breasts, I really couldn't tell. -- stroked across my left buttock, before slipping between my thighs, to penetrate my p***y just a moment later. "Oh man, she's ab-so-lutely dripping wet!." I recognised the voice, so that hand between my legs must be Gary's; I su
