.cum in it…AHHHHH.” Her pussy grips my shaft but I’m too consumed to stop now and follow suit, “AHHHHH” as I too cum.I roll off of her body ...o she can catch her breath. We are both panting. The sweat pours from both of us. Jo’s hand hunts for my slimy dick. Finding it she starts slowly pumping it. She roll towards me swapping hands and we start kissing again. My hand finds her small tits. Her actions soon has by dick inflating and my breast massage increases her heart rate. Like the fly on the. Clearly I had to do something. I reached in and pulled it up above the waistband so it was in an upside down U shape above it. I was so pent up that even grabbing it to adjust it would risk me getting hard. I felt like I was handling an unstable piece of dynamite. I tied the shorts tight so it wouldn’t fall down. I had no idea if this was going to work or not. I walked downstairs and for once she had on a shirt that completely covered her. Thank god for once. The problem this time was that what. The eight of us approached the tied up girls with anticipation. The look in their eyes told us that they knew they were in for trouble. All of the girls were aged between about eighteen and twenty-five, and although there were no raving beauties amongst them, they were all fairly attractive, especially to our frustrated minds.We were all eager to see these girls in all their natural glory. With their up-thrust breasts sticking out prominently against their shirts, it was natural for us to make. That night was a disaster. I chose the wrong dress, not knowing it would feature all of my worst features. But since no dresses come with bags for covering ugly faces, I suppose there was no right dress. When he brought me home, after three boring hours of watching other couples have a good time, he kissed me on the lips with all the enthusiasm one would display when kissing a bag of potting soil. But enough about the distant past.At the beginning of the events of this tale, I was 'Bitter, 40.