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Date: 9/19/2017, Categories: Group Sex, Author: Tomjones88, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

cool, cleansing water. I floated there for a moment. The bra released from my fingers. I thought, What if I could just float in here forever? No more cares in the world, nobody to bother me? Wouldn’t that be excellent? Human instinct, I guess, made me swim to the top. I suddenly felt exhausted. I felt Dirk’s large hands grip my shoulders and he pulled me over the marble lining and on to the rough granite of the floor beside the pool, where I passed out. We rode the bus back to the airport. I wore a rumpled t-shirt. Dirk wore a red wife-beater. I’d been pretty sick. I was worried that I somehow OD’d when I woke up back in our hotel room. Everything felt numb and fuzzy. Dirk gave me a glass of water, asked me if I was feeling better, and as soon as I was feeling better, he kicked my ass. I could tell he wasn’t actually mad at me anymore, though. He just wrestled me to the ground, pinned me there—Dirk is jacked, I never stood a chance—and told me I was completely crazy, I was even worse than he was at my age. We laughed about it. We compared notes. Apparently, Anjali was a squirter. She’d been sitting on his lap and started cumming on his leg and just to see how she reacted, Dirk freaked out about it. Predictably, Anjali had turned red and said, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I told him about Adrienne; how her pussy tasted like bad lemon juice and about doing the ... line of coke off her. We were buddies again. On the bus back, breeze blew through the slightly cracked windows. Dirk snored. I stared out the window at the dull, rushing highway. I thought about what Anjali’s G-spot felt like and if she even now knew she had one. I read more of Portnoy’s Complaint . Checking my missed calls later one, I saw one from Samantha, a girl I was hooking up with in the weeks before coming out here. She’d made me promise, before I left, not to fuck any girls during our vacation and I’d promised, and she didn’t need to know. It wasn’t like we were in a relationship. The other missed call was a drunk dial from my Mom. I know because it came through at 2:30 in the morning. I am probably one of the few guys out there whose Mom drunk dials him. She’s been told to get her act together many times, but she keeps going back to the bottle. There was about a year there where it was okay, and she was sober, and she was much easier to talk to then. But now, we weren’t speaking again, and she was apparently living with her boyfriend in Kentucky in a trailer home. I looked out the windshield and saw a small bird flying straight at us. It was about to smack in to the windshield. At the last second it veered away, flapping its wings very fast as if suddenly realizing, “ Oh, shit! ” I thought it was mad funny and cracked up. We still had five hours to go.