She then felt another pair of lips on her breasts and reached out to find another hard cock which she began to stroke.The sounds coming from the two w...men were adding to her excitement and she could feel another orgasm building quickly. This time when she came, she drenched stranger #1 with the wetness of a powerful squirt! She had only squirted a few times before, but the sensation was familiar and she gave into it completely. Mr. #1 just lapped it up!After a minute, the men changed positions.. I tried to contain my hard-on in my shorts, but I think everyone was more focused on if this guy was dead or not. I desperately wanted to stick my tongue in his mouth, but knew that wasn’t right. I felt this was as bold as I could ever be with this guy without totally cumming in my pants. Still, my heart was beating rapidly, as I still could not avoid a rush of intense sexual arousal as I gave him mouth to mouth, under the eyes of one other guy who was watching on pointlessly. The other guy. I am now 23 and working for a consultancy company which means I have to travel a fair bit. At short notice I was asked to work on a project in the West Midlands for a week or more and I was struggling to find a hotel room. On the off chance I phoned Aunty Beryl to ask if I could stay there for the week and she said I’d be welcome. I was now a successful businessman with my own home so it never occurred to me that she would still treat me like a little boy. I knocked on the door and waited. To. I knew you’d say that.”“And, that’s the point I’m trying to make.”“What? I don’t understand.”I sighed. There were a lot of things I didn’t understand. How my wife could spend a whole afternoon fucking her boss, on every piece of furniture in the hotel room. How trust always seems to end up as weakness. How faith is just another word, or else the name of a nice girl that got bullied at school. How that fat cunt could fuck my wife for three hours solid without having a heart attack – the amount.