Dave thought he better get up and help too, so he got the ingredients for the marinara sauce as Jill was getting the spaghetti ready to cook."Feel lik... some red wine?" Dave asked"Yes please, but don't you drink too much, you've got work to do tonight that will require you to be upstanding" she laughed. She seemed to be laughing a lot thought Dave, which made him very happy.Once dinner was over and the dishes cleared away, Peter and Jill sat in their comfortable chairs and finished the bottle of. " I figured that since he was doing it to me I guess the fair thing would be to do it back, right?.. Well, I did. I ran my hands over his shaft and did what I would do to myself, looking down I watched as he stroked me and I stroked him, and honestly, it didn't feel so strange, it mostly felt great!"Agh fuck.." He grunted, and I felt good about having made him grunt.. We continued, he pulled at my balls tenderly and carefully, teasing the head of my cock in the palm of his hand, I groaned as I. That monster was ramming into me harder and deeper than I had ever been filled and quite frankly, I loved every single bone pounding plunge. It hurt like hell when he had so suddenly simply thrust that monster into me with no warning. It felt as if he had ripped me in two. The first several thrusts hurt as badly as birth pains, but then the pain turned pleasurable and with each new body slamming thrust, wave after wave of tingles shot throughout my entire body. His ball sac hit with each thrust. . Rachel said it would be easier if I spent the night than if I tried to get up by myself and come over in the morning." Sandy was blushing scarlet. I just reached out to her."Can I give you a hug, Sandy?" I asked. She rushed into my arms and squeezed me so tightly I could scarcely breathe. "Let me make it clear," I said. "You are welcome to join us if you want to. But you need to know and agree to the rules. Make sure Rachel gives you a copy." She did," Sandy said. "Um ... last week. Thank.