I stepped into the bedroom, slipped on a pair of shorts and then went to the door to see who was there. Behind the glass I saw the only man that could...have possibly started my thigh buddy to rise again so soon. The instant after the six-foot tall, solid built, 160-pound brown haired man stepped through the threshold he locked his blue eyes on my chocolate ones. “Hello. How are you doing?” He asked with a grin. “Really good, and yourself?” I replied. “Surviving, you know how it goes.”I. She was still sobbing quietly, combined with grunting on each of his thrusts. I could hear the sounds of his hips as he smacked her butt cheeks over and over when he bottomed out in her pussy.Short Guy was hard now. His cock was impressive, probably almost as big as Tall Guy, and much thicker and a couple inches longer than me. "Bend over the bed," he commanded. "You know what's next." I stood and tentatively turned. I was on the side of my bed with my wife at the foot, so we were at ninety. After my brief visual detour, I redoubled my efforts to only focus on the TV. I remained conflicted over the small peek I'd just made of him, and as I debated why I might have looked. While this internal monologue might appear to be counter-productive, it actually worked in my favor as I didn't want to cum quickly, or first. Why? Because I didn't want to be in the situation where I'd already cum and he wanted to edge for another 20-minutes. What would you do then? Say "good-bye" as you let. So we figured it wouldn't be a problem. So I think it was around six when my doorbell rang. I go to answer the door wearing just regular house clothes, you know, short jean shorts, and a tight spaghetti top. I answer the door and to my surprise, Adam and Zully were dressed like they were actually going to the movies... and making out at my doorstep of course. Those two could hardly keep their hands of each other. Even at school you would catch Adam caressing her ass and Zully would even give.