I pulled up behind the drug store like usual andknocked on the back door, and after a minute the pharmacist, a tallolder guy with white hair and glass...s, let me in.This was always a weird stop for me. The pharmacist's area was lockedoff at the back of the store behind glass doors and windows behind acounter where he worked - and what he always insisted on was that Icrawl down the aisle out of sight of the people in the store and gounder the front counter. The pharmacist would only give me a. " Oh, shut up, Billy."I let Billy's dick out. "Hey, don't fight, be nice, now both of you should feel my head," I made clear, before letting it back in my mouth.Both of them had no issue following that order. I pushed my lips on both of their peckers made them love it. All the while, they both rubbed my head and moaned nonstop. I didn't look at them then, but I wanted to concentrate on myself.I felt myself getting rather sweaty and worked up myself, but not so much I had their dicks touch. I. That's what I was thinking when I picked up my orange juice. If I was married I wouldn't act like that.We get the paper every day, mom says that the coupons save us more than twenty times what the paper costs, and we can always use them in the fireplace. I'd been drinking orange juice the day before when I spotted an article about the proposed constitutional amendment. It's the one the senator from Utah proposed last week. There was something in the article about how the Confederacy had no. She than began to grind back with me and we worked up a nice rhythm right there on the couch. I was getting harder and harder, now I all I can think about was flipping her over, getting between her legs, and putting my cock in her, but I wouldn’t dare. Then she made it easy for me, she whispered “ get on top of me”. As I moved into position and propped myself on top of her, she had rolled on to her back. She spread her legs and then I laid on top of her. We slowly dry humped some more, as my.