Next, he took hold of Hans’ stiffening dick and began to play with it.“Would you also like to play with my knob?” Fritz quietly inquired.“Sure...” Hans whispered.“Go for it,” Fritz then informed him.Hans had never touched another guys cock in his life and the thrill was unbelievable. Hans couldn’t believe how incredible the excitement of what was actually happening felt. Before long, Fritz orchestrated their next move when he pulled Hans’ body further forward and encapsulated both their dicks in. Their tongues danced as she started to suck the taste of her pussy off of Peter’s tongue. This was not something new. Kitty loved the taste of her pussy and they never passed up an opportunity for her to taste it. Peter’s beard often had her scent and flavor on it. But a seasoned pussy, this was an erotic first for them! “How does it taste” he asked? “Mmmm” Kitty moaned. “That is amazing. You know I love the taste of my pussy but with seasonings, oh my my!” She moved in for another long. But old habits die not at all. Careful platitudes inevitably slide the reminiscent slope toward ecstasy in its superlative. Months of deprivation are obliterated in a flash fire's rebirth.It's meant to be, she tells and touches herself, breathless with the kind of high she didn't think she'd ever feel again.The sense of serving as his backstage gratification blurs her edges, even opens her to a roomful of priapic admirers while he watches. Incited by half a dozen eruptions framing the. I gave my obligatory welcome aboard speech; blah-blah-blah, happy to have you; yada-yada-yada, everything is here for your pleasure except the girls, Brian and me; play nice, have fun, don't fuck with me or you get hurt. Okay, I don't say that last part with exactly those words, but they get my meaning and it was time to shove off.I forgot to mention Brian, or Cubby as we know him, the last of my Lost Boys, Staff Sergeant Brian McNaught. Brian works a lot of my charters, especially the larger.