When she looked up in the mirror I was standing behind her smiling. She gave a smile. I parted her legs a little and applied a little spit in her puss.... Which I found wasn’t necessary since she was dripping wet already, she was scared and told me it’s her first time. I asked her should I withdraw.S: No, I want you to be my first.She had tears in her eyes, I tried putting it inside her, but it was very tight. I turned her towards me, kissed her lips and pushed my dick inside her. She let out a. Being lifted with incredible ease until I was lying on my back on my new green granite kitchen island with my legs hanging over the end. Their hands seem to be everywhere, I was getting so wet. I had never had two men run their hands over me at the same time. Damn this is good. Gilberto by now was at my pussy and was checking out the badly hacked privet hedge and within a few second using, what seemed to be some sort of blue light laser tool was trimming the bush back. I could feel no tugging. He had short blonde hair in a spikey punk fashion that looked to be tipped with red and was wearing sleek looking black sunglasses that seemed molded to his face and a black leather trench coat. I saw deep royal blue shirt on underneath with black pants and some type of animal skin shoes that gleamed faintly in the dull light of my living room. “Okay…who are you then?’ “Why don’t you sit down Stephen, we have things to discuss.” He gestured to the love seat sitting near the couch.” At this. I took Mrs O into the bathroom and told her what I'd told Ben and she smiled and said "If you've promised a show I'd best get ready" I went back into the room and passed her overnight bag into the bathroom and sat outside with Ben who was still unsure telling me that this was "a bit weird". Five minutes later Mrs O emerged from the bathroom wearing black stockings and pink underwear with matching suspender belt along with high heel shoes. She started to walk slowly in front of us running her.