" "Oh..." I pause, startled. "I have some money..." but, before I even finish, he is shaking his head. "Not that sort of payment." As he moves closer ...o me I realise what sort of payment he means. I study him and his friend. Both tall and toned, around my age, with easy smiles. I shrug and agree. I'd only recently broken up with my boyfriend and what better way to get over him than having sex with a couple of good looking guys. Once I'd agreed, the first guy called out, "Come on, Sam." The. God, it was good! I had to hold my tits, I couldn't be touched down there, except I could feel him, so big, so hard, so incredibly fucking hard, and every move sent a shock through me, a huge pulse of pleasure that made me groan in delicious agony.He slowed, his hands loosening. He was gasping, so I figured he'd come. I certainly had. Things had been so sharp I couldn't think, just one really really intense moment that seemed to settle everything.I drew a ragged breath. He had slowed to a stop,. When I encountered you in the first week of your commute, I wasn’t sure that you were like me in that way, but I had hopes. I tested your willingness to be discreet, and you passed that test. I chose you because you understand the need for rules in the same way I do. We can help each other in ways that people who don’t understand that need can’t. If you keep your side of this bargain, I will keep my side of the bargain. If I choose to change the terms of our agreement, I will tell you. You may. Even my Father began singing the David Bowie lyric “Ground Control to Major Tom”.As we were all laughing and in a jovial mood, I casually slid my rubber covered bell-end against my Mothers vaginal lips and as she had done with my Father I visibly saw her body relax as I started to push my erect shaft through her vaginal lips and further and deeper inside. My Father moved so he could get a better view of my cock sliding in and out of his Wife`s vagina and started to give me advice on how he.