As I placed my hands in Ryan's lap, I spared a thought for his bitch girlfriend."Blowjobs don't count, right?" I thought, echoing a line I thought I r...membered from a TV show or soemthing.I started to peel back the liner of Ryan's sweatpants, slowly at first, giving him time to stop me and pass it off as a joke. I expected him to. But he didn't. Instead, Ryan lifted his ass off the couch enough for me to pull his pants and boxers down to his thighs, exposing his cock and a round of jokes from. I felt my lips get swollen and slippery as I moved the hose up and down against me, feeling myself build up to falling over that edge. My eyes fluttered open and I felt myself about to explode. In that moment I suddenly saw a form in a window next door. An older man stood in a large window, drapes wide open. If that wasn't shock enough, his pants were completely dropped to the ground and his hand was tightly gripping a rock hard, enormous cock. It sent me plunging over the edge. I exploded,. The recent divorcee probably had a low-opinion of men at the moment, and I was certain he’d overheard things Nadine had said to her sister.Mr. Quick moved to the couch, eager to experience his sister-in-law’s mouth. She knelt before him and unfastened his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. Boxers next, then a cock that was much smaller than mine popped out.Just the way it should be.I pulled my cock out or Mrs. Quick’s mouth. “Mmm, bet you’d never expected to see your sister sucking. I thought they were going to see it but they entered it, and told me to stay outside , i did so and they came back with a bag , couldnt see what it was, we went for a drink , perfectly normal , but i had to pay for it and we head back home. We entered the house, sat down and they told me to put some porn on, and to stand up. I started to be afraid, then they told me to get naked and to grab the things inside the bag, i got naked, and saw what was inside the bag: a g-string, some stockings , and.