“She said she needed to use the bathroom,” Abigail answered turning toward the stairs, wondering which one she’d disappeared into. The house had...four bathrooms. Gabriel smelled of fresh soap and shampoo. He wore a pair of black, drawstring, cotton pants that hung off his hips enticingly. His wet hair was brushed back behind his ears. In the reflection she could see it reached just between his shoulder blades. Michael shrugged and grinned at Abigail as he pulled out a chair for Gabriel. “Well,. I have to fuck you back to me. I have to fuck me back to you, to be as good as Greg when he fucks my wife. I’ve told you this before, it is a competitive thing. There is also a reassuring part to being in you when you’re used and wet like that. Laura, I know when you’ve been with Greg, but I leave the light on and the door open for you to come back. At least so far, you’ve always come back to me. Those are some of the things I feel inside my head. And don’t tell anyone I said this, especially. Watching their erotic display had my own dick in desperate need of release and I shucked my jeans before getting to my knees beside Jerry on the floor. Reaching around his hips, I unfastened Jerry’s pants and lifted his ass so I could work them down around his knees. I slipped one hand between his legs to fondle his heavy balls and swollen cock. I slid the fingers of my opposite hand down along his crack until I found his puckered hole. Jerry moaned around the thick cock filling his mouth and. She says, “Wow, I love your cock!” I cant say anything but ooh...What surprised me is she started talking more like “I love that cock give it to me” “Don’t stop giving me that cock,” I thought to myself anymore of that and I am going to blow. I grab her hips to slow her down and push back on her so maybe she will stop and give my cock a break. I try to speak out “I...I...I.” instead of slowing down she squeezes on my body tighter and started concentrating on really fucking my dick. I thought.