“ Olga, have you ever had a cock in your sweet ass?”She blushed, “No Bob I have always been afraid. I am so small there.”“I think that you w...uld enjoy it and I can be very gentle. You are very anally sensitive and I think you could have much stronger orgasms that way.” I told her.“Do you really you think so?” she replied with a little bit of a tremor in her voice.“Want to trust me and try?” I asked.“Okay but if I tell you to stop … you will?”“Of course,” I reassured her. “Now I want you to get. "Amy you're right nasty is a much better word than naughty." "Yes Jeanne, it is." Amy was laughing too. Mel and I were grinning. Jeanne continued. "After we finished it was time for Trent to go home. That was fine with me. I was exhausted and the more I get to know Trent the more I'm starting to understand that all we really have in common is a mutual appreciation for dirty nasty sex." Chuckling, I said, "It sounds like a solid basis for a dirty nasty affair." "It is Michael and that's all it. She didn’t pull it away, and instead bit her lip a little as she felt the heat of his body warm her corpse fingers. After pulling her back to the couch, he sat down and grinned his evil grin. Bastard was so damn tall, he was eye level with her despite him sitting, her standing. Let alone Matt, who was a good five or six inches taller than Art, and probably eighty pounds of pure muscle heavier.And they both wanted her. Both were looking at her like prey to be ravaged, but the more they kept. They came loose and my neon colored little thong fell away.After dropping the bottom of my suit on the table my mother reached around me and gently teased my tits just as Sean ordered. I’m so nervous about being touched this way by my own mother, and by the fact that two men are seemingly sucking all of the air out of the backyard with those large cameras, that for a brief moment I almost was able to not think about Sean.My mother massaged my tits for a couple of minutes as instructed. I didn’t.