I stayed in their little guest room right next to the master bedroom and, after 'retiring' for the evening, Tom and Paula would sometimes have sex, fu...king like animals just feet away from me, often describing in very sexy terms (through the thin walls) who was doing what to who, who was gonna cum, and so forth. Of course I would masturbate, which was sort of expected...'Hey Bob, are you jacking off in there? Paula wants to know!' was a typical comment from Tom, and I would usually answer right. He waited for what seemed like forever before he pulled partly out then slammed it back in slowly at first then picking up speed with each thrust. I wanted him so bad and i told him so. He kept pounding me and I was meeting him thrust for thrust. I could tell he was trying to hold out for me to cum first and I was really getting close. Just then I screamed his name as I covered his cock with my juices. He then pulled out and had me turn over so i was on my hands and knees, He entered me from. Jay is what I call a “show-er” versus a “grower.” The show-ers usually have large soft cocks that don’t grow too much longer or thicker when hard versus growers who are smaller when soft and grow into their length and thickness to greater proportions when getting hard. Jay had a beautiful dark black smooth skinned cock with a tightly trimmed bush. His thick piece hung down over freshly shaved balls. His cock head was covered with foreskin and I could see his pre-cum leaking out of the opening. ..just..." "Alina?" I turned back around, and blinked up at the man who clearly towered above me. His red eyes surveyed me with mild annoyance, and I took this to be my guy. "Uh...yea...you must be..." He extended a hand stiffly. "Barak Kashman...nice to meet you..please...right this way". He allowed me to go in ahead of him, pausing to speak to the woman behind me for a second. "This way to my office". He brushed past me and I shivered, then started to follow when I was stopped by a hand.