“You look especially tense today.” “For some reason my shoulder is killing me.” I didn’t know if this was a stab at mordant humor and I sh...uld laugh or not. He’d never said anything remotely humorous before. I let a smile flit across my lips. “Would you like a massage?” He let out a breath that might have been a laugh. “Sure.” He turned as well as he could and I got sort of behind him with one knee on the mattress. He was dressed in regulation prisoner garb of the orange jumpsuit, which. After another few moments, during which Carl continued to ram his manhood inside me, his father reared back and sat on his feet, his softening cock drooping between his thighs. He watched eagerly as Carl continued to use me.Carl, however, was more gifted, and his cock began to send a few shivers of pleasure through me. I fought them as best I could, but once in awhile, a small gasp or grunt of pleasure would escape my lips. My breasts were jiggling with every bump of our bodies together, and. He became a regular joining us, would even stop just for a blow job once in a while. One Sunday morning we were laying in bed when she asked who's Stan told her a guy Roger and I know that sucks cocks, asked if he had sucked mine told her yes a few times said she wanted to see it. I told her Stan is gay but he will eat pussy and if we go to his house he will want to eat you, she was fine with that said call him she's going to shower and get ready, pick out what you want me to wear. Got out her. She willing agreed. Without hesitation she pulled of my t-shirt, my pants and then my boxers. She paused for a moment and admired my cock. She then snapped out of it once I started to pull off her top. I leaned in to kiss her and while we were kissing I unhooked her bra and threw it to the side. I stopped kissing her and leaned back to admire her nice perky boobs. My dick got even harder at the sight of them. I leaned in to them and started licking her left nipple while caressing and gently.