Don't disappoint me now guys," I say as I laugh.The first one is gentle as he enters my ass. He beings to work himself up to the point of explosion a...d I have already cum and begging him to fuck me hard. He pulls out and shoots his load on my ass. The next one says, "you want it hard do you?" "Yes, fuck me hard. Make it hurt!"He begins to tear my ass up with pounding and John moves to the front of the table just to hold me on the table. I am cumming and shotting, "yes, yes, yes, oh my. It was obvious to him that she was in dire need of male interference and was not quite sure about how to go about it. When he went up to the pastries table to get a sweet, he "accidently" allowed his semi-aroused member to brush across her tight and revealing skirt just hard enough to insure she knew exactly which part of his anatomy was being introduced to her flanks. The sight of her reddened cheeks and doe-like eyes made him instantly hard as a rock and he was sure the feeling was mutual. "It's, sort of, not something ... I mean, I've only just met you."He laughed and squeezed my shoulder lightly. "It's not like you don't know what I look like, is it?" No, that's right," I conceded."And we could wank together, how about that?"I had not been wanking with other guys since my late teens and had not realised until that point that I actually missed it a bit. I was turned on by watching other men masturbate and especially come."Well, I guess so," I hesitated."No guessing," he declared. (Oh, yes, there was always that little possibility!) He must be ready, on the faith of a mere indication, to work up to an unknown goal; he must bear the disappointment of failing in his aim; he must be prepared to run, to be motionless, to remain for long hours watching a window; to invent a thousand theories of action...”Someone once said that “all good things come to him that waits,” or something like that. That is especially true for snipers.After five days of alternating between baking.