Groans of appreciation were heard from the growing crowd of voyeurs. Then, without warning, Michael Starr mounted Carey from the rear and pegged him r...ght in the ass. Strong as he was, Michael pinned Carey to Henry. Carey knew better than to resist (and he was no stranger to being a bitch). The crowd went wild as the three men fucked each other in rhythm. Three tops ass-fucking in a choo-choo train was a rare sight indeed. Men and women were openly masturbating watching the event. Screams came. Without any concerns about whether something was right or wrong. Or worrying about how her body looked in a particular position. He could count on one hand the number of times she had truly allowed herself to enjoy sex, without any worry. But when she had, the sex was earth-shattering. And he could remember every detail.She jolted him from one such memory when she walked into their bedroom and closed the door. She acknowledged that she had been so caught up in the events next door that she. I was sure to bring my purse and phone. I called him as I stepped out, just to be sure I wasn't heading over to an empty house. When he answered his voice sounded very inebriated.I asked if he was there."Of course, come on over sexy." "All right hunky Joe, I'll be over in a bit."If I knew what was going to happen that night, maybe I would not have gone.I knocked on his garage door, which very shortly opened. His garage was very guy like, there was a couch fold out bed in the corner. he had a. Clarke were staring at my crotch. I looked down and saw a telltale sign of precum wetting a spot on the front of my boxers. "Geez, the horny bastard can't keep his underwear clean and dry. Guess we'll have to fix that" she laughed as she headed to her desk and opened the drawer. She removed a pair of pink, lace panties from the desk and a small package. "I think you better change your undies" she laughed "and here's how well keep these clean and dry." She opened the package and withdrew a panty.