I grabbed a small tape recorder I had, put in an extended length tape, ran back to the livingroom and looked around for a good place to hide it. The c...uch sat with it’s back to the wall. I pulled it out a bit and laid the recorder on the floor behind the couch and connected a remote mic I had. The couch had an afghan thrown over the back so I hid the mic under it. I turned it on and said a few sentences in a very low voice, then rewound the recorder and played it back.To my delight every. I laugh to myself, even in my fantasies I can’t get off! ‘Yes mate?” He shouts across the heavy beat of the music filling the club. I’m about to ask for the two obligatory beers when I spot Lenny sitting with a woman, to his right, having what looks to all the world like a conversation. Unlikely I think, but changing my mind on the choice of drink reply, ‘Three Bacardi Breezers, two orange and one strawberry, thanks.’ Lenny and I met in school, age five, and grew up together. Living a matter. A frisson of excitement washed over Julie at the thought that one or both of their cocks would soon be buried inside her, then she lay back and closed her eyes, surrendering to the waves of pleasure coursing through her as the two men set to work on her body. Four hands caressed her body as two mouths settled on her breasts, suctioning her flesh, tongues laving and teasing her hardening nipples. Hands trailed over her belly, reaching between her legs, caressing her inner thighs, parting her. There was only relief as I felt I had managed to get off of the hook. (Billy: In the present) ...I wish I could go back to that moment, rather than watching what...unspeakable things are unfolding before me. XX(Bella: Early morning) My giant, throbbing dick woke me up with its aching, the veiny meatstick finding refuge in the middle of my olive-skinned boobs. My smooth sack was extra heavy, filled to the size of softballs as they hung below me, nestled between my thighs. That MILF I saw.