Your hand over mine you encourage me to explore. Are you awake? Or, are you dreaming? A deep sigh and your body shifts again. You grip me tighter... My cock pulses in your hand with a life of its own. You release me. Disappointment floods through my body. Moments later you grind against me and my cock rests between the two soft mounds of your hot little ass. Are you awake? My hand releases your breast and slides down over the black silk which still covers your tummy. Your. All of them except one who, while a very lovely girl, was dressed in neat and clean but definitely drab gear. Also she looked to be the youngest of the foursome."Ahem..." George tried again to get their attention, he pointed to the sign over his head; it read " No minors allowed. You must show ID when asked!"One of the girls gave George such a big, sexy smile that the poor 27 year-old clerk blushed and could only stammer, " It's store policy ... and the law, too. Honest"Three of the four. My daydreams were interrupted though, when Mrs. Evans shouted up the stairs to see I was alright. I called back that I was and I'd be down in a couple of minutes once I'd tidied up.When I got back downstairs, Mrs. Evans had already made the coffee and it was waiting for me in the kitchen. As we sat drinking and chatting, I mentioned that I'd seen Mr Evans driving away. Mrs Evans screwed her face and shook her head. "He's a waste of space Mike," she said, "I only mentioned that you were coming. He edged his way up and began to tongue her hot asshole. It quivered in anticipation. He left a large amount of saliva right on her hole. It provided the necessary lube for his finger which replaced his tongue at the moment. Small circular motions allowed her to relax. Bill ensured his middle finger was well lubed in saliva and juices. Slowly penetrating her hole, she gasped with satisfaction, and assisted his efforts by rocking back on her knees, forcing deeper penetration. Bill rolled his.