I kneel in front of his ass and take a good look at his hole. So smooth and unused. I grab his ass cheeks with my hands and dive into his hole with my...tongue.He screams out a bit by the sudden impact on his virgin hole. I'm in seventh heaven. What an ass. His hole is tight and pink and tastes just divine. I lick around his hole and push my tongue in deep over and over again. For a moment I totally forget that there are 10 other guys standing around us. After a while I feel a hand on the back of. "Iced tea?" Sounds yummy."Once the iced tea was poured and both were sitting at the kitchen table, Layla handed the Mother some forms that Layla had fabricated.Mrs. Walsh looked them over and surprised Layla by saying, "I like how you dealt with that Mrs. Jones situation." Oh, thanks," Layla replied sincerely, "I have learned that women like her need to be put in their place." Oh," Mrs. Walsh responded, slightly confused."I just mean that she is used to getting her way always and I don't play. I ran into my room, changing into my jogging gear. I steamed out, nearly knocked over Father Petrou. Dodging him, I sprinted out of the churchyard onto the street. I could hear him call my name, as his voice faded away.I sprinted towards Alexandra Palace. The distance was two kilometres, a warm-up for me, even with its steep ascent. That is when you are jogging. If you are sprinting up there, it is a different challenge. I opened my stride, racing up the hill towards my destination. With most. I Lean forward and taste her wetness with a flick of my tongue. He’s taken the opportunity to join her in nakedness. ‘mmm’ she says ‘that gives me an idea.’She sits next to me, legs open and eyes closed. He comes over, his cock growing as he nears, and drops to his knees in front of her. He starts kissing her thigh, stroking her legs up to her arse, his mouth drawing closer to her pussy. She starts squeezing her tits, the way her fingers are rolling her hard nipples is mesmerising me but I do.