She looked next to her where Leah was snuggled to Jerry, and she could see he was still throbbing as well."Oh oh, Leah, looks like the boys have a cou...le of problems!" Denise pointed out."Yeah, a couple of HARD problems," Leah countered after seeing the boys herself."Well, you know, Leah," Denise began, "I do believe that these boys still owe us a show." She looked over to Leah and Jerry, and then to Freddie, and then back to Leah. "What do ya think?" I do believe you are right there, Denise,". Rico ran his hands tenderly into my hair as I pulled the pouch away and down over his bunched shorts. I gently lifted the weight of his balls as I lightly stroked my other hand along the shaft of his penis. At first I could feel the weight of his cock as I held it up to my scrutiny but as I continued slowly stroking it, it began to support its own weight in a turgid upward curve. I pressed my lips against the soft, spongy helmet shaped head and tasted the little drop of fluid forming at the. Their tops had wide horizontal stripsin bright rainbow colors, their shorts were sunflower yellow, and theirshoes were neon pink. They both sported hair down to their shouldersbecause their wives had made them grow it long. Now it was braided intopigtails. The make-up on their faces was styled to make them resemble acouple of teenage girls who were out to impress boys but trying too hard.They had long eyelashes drawn right on their skin and mouths covered withbubblegum-pink lipstick, which. ”“You got it. That’s a ‘you’ thing.”“Cuddle me. And let’s talk.”I surveyed her expression. It was placid. I suppose that if I was getting ready to be dumped, she’d look different. “Okay.”“Us. I wanna do ‘us’.”I told her of the thoughts I’d had on the drive home.“You’re right, Brad. I was thinking, just like you. I know there are hurdles. I know that lots of society would say it’s wrong. Still want you. Want us.”“Then that’s what we’ll do, Beck.”“Now, less serious ... Money.”“I got enough.”“So.