It was Sunday, so I just relaxed. About 6 that evening, there was a knock on the door. It was her. She was much smaller than I guessed, but most of th... women at the office were small. She hugged me and we sat and chatted. I could tell she was nervous, and I tried to get her to relax. My cock was already hard, but I did not want to push my luck. She stayed long enough to have dinner with me. I could not take my eyes off her. Her breasts were small, hidden by her outfit. I wanted to take her. “Good. No regrets then? About last night I mean?”“Sis, I’m sixteen and living the dream. I mean, Candy is...” I was at a loss for words.She arched an eyebrow in my direction and said: “And this morning?”“Yeah,” I said sounding as guilty as I felt. “I saw your...”“Oh, you noticed! How cavalier of you,” she said with a big smile.“Well that T-shirt went up like that shade in Mom’s foyer,” I said, mentioning a defective shade that had a mind of its own, or so it seemed as it had a habit of suddenly. "Bonnie kissed her husband. "I think I will pass. But what I think we would both enjoy is if you three would be kind enough to cum all over me next time you are ready to empty those balls of yours. I have always enjoyed watching a man shoot his load and Joe has always obliged my little fetish. He likes it too."Angie suggested that the three guys stop what they were doing and go provide their guests with a good coating of jizz before they all took a break for lunch. Joe was getting hard again as. He squeezes it hard, and then rubs his hand down my crack. I look up and kiss him. Kiss him hard and deep, my tongue practically exploding into his mouth. He doesn't resist; he gives as good as he gets. We stand there; circling, moving, gyrating. Our tongues a writhing organism as we each try to burrow our way deeper inside. I'm practically in ecstasy. I never get this passionate whilst still on the dance floor. People squeezing me in from all sides tends to throw me out of that kind of mood..