I unclipped my trousers and unzipped them, as I slid them down my legs till they landed around my ankles. My cock was already protruding from the flap...in my boxer shorts as it stood to attention in the center. I took the sides and slipped my boxers down till they joined my other garment below.Amanda continued to slide her soft palm back and forth, caressing my thigh on her side of the sofa. On the other, Julia decided to join in also, as she placed her soft hand upon my other thigh and began to. As soon as the screen door slapped closed, I jumped up and frantically searched the floor for my pants. Who the hell was that? I asked Lacy, as I located my trousers and stepped inside them. Oh, pay them no mind, Lacy replied, as she began getting dressed. Thats just my husband and his loser friend is all. I paused zipping up my pants and gave Lacy a stone-faced glare. Your husband? Youre married? Lacy nodded her head. Well, were really separated but still living together. And he was here. " I can see that," Bart said. He waved to his brother. "I told you she was dynamite."His spent cock still buried inside Tiffany's pussy, Larry grinned. "She's better than dynamite, Bart."Tiffany squirmed on Larry's cock. "You two guys will give me a swelled head." She saw Bart pull out a bottle of rum from the desk drawer. "How about a drink for me?" Me too," Larry said. "I worked up a real thirst fucking this bitch."Bart poured the drinks into three paper cups. "I'm not a waiter. You'll have. Her panties were delivered to me and the women watched with pleasure as I sampled the third soiled underwear of the day. Roxanne, as per Rose, became more confident by the minute and now ordered me with complete authority. She pointed to the wet-room and I was led there on by leash on all fours. I was made to lie on my back on the cold tiled floor as Roxanne stepped either side of my head, straddling my face in dominant fashion, cane in hand, allowing me a glorious view of her mature pussy..