She jumped and moaned when the tip of his tongue touched the bud of her brown-puckered anus. He slowly circled around it, increasing the pressure ever...so slightly until it penetrated her tight hole. He tongue fucked her ass, finger fucked her cunt. Her cunt was a waterfall of juices now, and his fingers worked into her and pressed gently on her spongy g-spot, sending flames through her entire being. He could hear her panting and calling out to him as he brought her to the edge over and over. The man smelled like mint, and Frank had never been more disgusted by it. "All you gotta do is squeeze right here and this all goes away," Brian said as he adjusted Frank's fingers, which Frank had managed to paralyze somehow, as if he were willing one little digit to be stronger than Brian Martin's entire body. "Take your time now, son. There's no hurry. D'you feel it? D'you feel it, Frank? You're in control now. You just do what you know's right. This is the way it's gotta be. You just let. ‘That’s good to hear, well I’ll catch you in town soon all right man.’ Vincent walked down the path to town waving. ‘You got it Vince!’ Lane spent the remainder of that evening looking through all the old stuff that his grandma had stowed away and reading letters between the two of them. It was really great for Lane. He all ready felt relaxed and less stressed than he had ever felt in a long time. Around 3 am he finally went to sleep in front of the fireplace with Frankie lying on the floor. I took my hand away and he wrapped his around my throbbing dick. It was heaven. He wanked me slowly and I still don’t know how I resisted cumming. I couldn’t wait to feel his dick as well and I reached over with a shaky hand and grabbed his meat. It was smooth and hot and hard as a rock. We lay back and jerked each other slowly then faster and faster. I looked around and saw that other guys were watching us, some with their cocks in their hands. I’d never felt anything like it and knew I.