J. Me and Ty are gonna hog roast you and turn you every way but loose!” The two men laughed and slapped a high five over my back as I did my best to...lick and suck every veined inch of Marcus into me!Within a minute I was trembling and cumming. In the throes of my passion I spit out Marcus log so I could breath. He decided that meant it was open season on my hanging breasts and he reached beneath me twisted, pulled and slapped my swaying tits until even the slight breeze sent tingling sensations. It was new outfit. I bought it a few days earlier at my favorite clothing store, Fredericks of Hollywood. My husband had yet to see it because we stopped sleeping in the same bed right after Rachel was born because he didn't want anymore children and he didn't want to be tempted to sin in the eyes of God by touching my naked body. I always slept in the nude. I studied myself in the mirror before going down to breakfast. Even with the top two buttons undone, my large, firm titties stretched the. "Doug Chambers was an imposing looking man, even more so than my Dad. Hewas six foot four, pretty well-muscled, and he had a scar right acrosshis face. In fact, he had a lot of scars all over his body, which waswhy he'd been nicknamed Frankenstein during his days as a fighter.Doug used to compete in mixed martial arts, but he freely admitted thathe'd spent a lot more time fighting in illegal underground fights wherejust about anything went. And though Doug would never confirm or denyit,. Therewas a process to go through...his body understood and would wait. And their lips met. Conrad was less in control than Jim here, he wasslavering almost, his lips pressing hard against Jim's mouth, that hand athis crotch found home base and clenched! Hard! Powerfully! Manly! God ithurt...and felt so good! "Mph!" Jim grunted and in case Conrad took thatwrong, began to hunch up with his hips into Conrad's palm. Conrad's tongue stabbed into Jim's mouth, a thick, spongy invader.