There were going to be plenty of leftovers. We decided to wait until evening for dessert, even though the boys thought they wanted pumpkin pie right a...ay.I think Dad thought he’d be in time to catch the Cornhuskers game, but he made an off-hand comment as we entered the living room.“You seem to have quite a collection of drums in here. Who plays?”We’d added a Conga drum and a set of bongos to the big drum that Kate’s grandfather sent me. There were a couple smaller drums for the boys and a few. This seemed to excite them even more having the same effect on me as well. I felt my hands being guided to their hard cocks and I rubbed them through their trousers. The man at my crotch pulled the leggings down to my knees; then plunging his tongue into my pussy, licking and lapping, with his finger still inside me. I felt myself raising my hips to meet his lips and tongue.The men opened their trousers and pulled their cocks out.They made me wrap my fingers around them and I started stroking.. If it got wadded up in my shorts I would be in for a lot of pain. I always wore loose fitting pants and jockey shorts. Tight pants or boxers would leave me looking as if I had a third leg. I reached around to my left hip and gave my cock head a good squeeze. "Easy boy," I muttered under my breath. I usually whacked off three or four times a day just to take the edge off my libido. But today was a Friday and my college professors liked to give exams on Fridays, so getting my rocks off had been. It was actually 9 plus inches (we later measured it), but that is a good 2 to 21/2 inches longer than mine, but the girth was nearly 2 times mine with that huge plumb like head.He took hold of her legs and she scooted more toward the edge of the couch and moved his cock toward her pussy. She took hold of it in her hand and rubbed it up and down her slit until she had it really lubricated with her juices. He started to penetrate her, and she was trying to help him, but she clearly had a hard.