.......She was fucking his asshole, jacking him off against her best inclinations, and her head was swimming with the intensity of the whole experienc......... She realized that she loved to be the one doing the fucking...................but she also wanted a cock in her, a cock she could ride now..........Denis was weeping............all three of them loved this game so much:In a tiny voice, stifled with sobbing:"Please, Rachel, please, Silkie.................. I 'm just an sick old man, please. I...you know....'She let go with a good hearty laugh at that and continued, 'I just embarassed the hell out of you didn't I? That's so sweet!''Andrea I …..'She interrupted me and said with a smile in her voice, 'Mr. Evans....I have caught you looking me over sooooo many times and if I don't catch you, usually Kat or Stasi will. They think it's funny as hell. I've never told them that I love catching you looking me over. It makes me feel good.''Wel....uh....Andrea....''Oh and I'm wearing this. That was slightly painful, but it was just another sign telling me that I had opened the cage to her inner slut. She had difficulty pulling my cock out of my pants. We had to stop kissing; I had to stop fingering as she needed both hands to expose my monster. Her fingers were very long, but she could barely lock them around the width of my cock. She whispered, “Oh my god…you’re fucking huge. How do you fit that all in your pants?”“I don’t know. It gets all squishy when I’m not horny, so I guess. Not only that, but the previous weekend we'd got a little bit kinky and The Beekeeper suggested I shave off the middle strip and leave a little tuft at the top. I said, 'that's silly, but okay, just for you. But I want to shave it all off after we've done. I'm not leaving it like that." And one thing led to another (drink was involved) and what happened was we created a little spike of pubic hair. Gel or styling mouse wasn't enough to keep it in place and it wouldn't hold it. So as we were.