Now x placed her hand on My hand – palm and as we talked started massaging my hand. I started acting Reluctantly by removing my hand from my hand as...she placed it again and Again. Frustrated x got up, went into the kitchen and brought some cool juice and As she was pouring out a glass for me spilled it on my shirt as though it was by Accident. I knew she did it deliberately to get my shirt off. Now I removed my Shirt and she put it into her fully automatic washing machine to wash and dry. We. I leaned back, putting my hands on his knees, and let him go to work. "Oh, yeah," he said. "Let me see you cum." Primed as I was, hard as I was, it wasn't long before he got his wish. After only a dozen or so good strokes I had an orgasm that put most others in my life to shame. It seemed to start deep inside somewhere, growing into a wave that spread from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, which curled so tightly my feet felt like fists. Semen simply poured out of me, a gush even. I was alternating deep strokes, with coming up and swirling my tongue under his foreskin around his head. I adjusted my position, kneeling between his thighs so I had a better angle to take his cock deep. Greg was now moaning with each stroke and holding my head with both hands. I took my mouth off his cock and kissed down his shaft and began to kiss and lick his balls. while working his balls, I took my hand as slowly stroked his cock. A minute later I took his cock back into my mouth, working. "This here is Al. Al is our next door neighbor and six months ago his wife left him and Al says he hasn't been laid since she left and so he should be full of cum up to his ears. Al, this is Monica and she is just dying for a good fuck. Why don't the two of you see if you can't help each other out."I looked at Marge and she looked horrified at what Matt had just done. Then I looked at Al and saw that he was beet red. He obviously hadn't known what Matt was going to do. In that instant I said,.