Suddenly, I kept my hands on her waist, and I pulled her into my lap. She was straddling my thigh. My fingers moved into her hair, and her lips are on...mine. I could again feel the world stop for us.She looked at me and said, “Who will clear this messy, slippery oil from the room.” I lifted her in my arms and said, “I will clean you and you, then you clean this mess.” I carried her to the washroom, and we stood beneath the shower.I turned on the shower, and the cold water splashed on our bodies.. This time I got a look at what it was and recognized it as a breast pump and realized they were “milking” me. I had never had kids or lactated before so a fleeting moment of fear crossed my mind.While all this was going on, I felt the fingers being pulled from my ass, only to be replaced by something larger, which I assumed to be a dildo. With the addition of my ass being filled and my breasts being pumped dry, I was finally feeling some relief. After several more orgasms, both guys stopped. This was not going where I thought it would. I petted her hair to soothe her. That statement had to be difficult for her."And... ?" I said. Leaving the pregnant pause for her to fill.It was like a floodgate opened. She couldn't tell her story fast enough. I had some sense of what a priest must feel like taking confessions.About three years earlier, around the time my wife was going terminal, Carol had come home unexpectedly. She had the girls with her, out shopping, and Ray had been home with. I could feel it growing in my mouth. It was eleven inches’ long.I got up and turned around. I slipped my pants down to my ankles.The black guy made me bend over, putting my hands against the wall. He fondled my ass cheeks with his rough hand and inserted a large finger between my pussy lips. I was dripping wet already.He pulled his lubricated finger out and pushed it against my asshole, at the same time he was rubbing his dick against my now open and swollen pussy.He finally shoved his.