As I got a little room between me and them and a little fresh air, I calmed back down. Until they unzipped their pants to take a piss, I felt the bloo... rush to my cheeks. The sound of pee hitting the rocks beside the bank made me have to go as well. I walked as far into the woods as I could in my pumps before kicking them off and removing my hose to go. As I walked back to the road, they appeared in my path with their hard dicks in their hands informing me there was a toll to pass. When I asked. I kissed him. His penis is still in 90 degrees and it is struggling to come out of the dark color nicker. I saw it. He saw me constantly seeing his penis. He asked what it is and I told him that I found his mother in the other room is shaking his father’s penis with her hand and there is no response. He said that he too found the same. I was not knowing the local language telungu. He was pressing his penis down. This time I prevented him from it and removed his hand from the penis and allowed. “He didn’t act like it,” she responded. “Or bi-curious?” “No! But I think he might be very cooperative.” Greg’s blood drained from his face at the thought of what he had let himself in for. “OK, then let’s get on with it,” ordered Murray. “I know what’s going on. It’s an old story. She promised you a good fuck, and I like to watch because I’m im---.” He stopped, unable to say the word. “Impotent?” Cynthia offered. “Do you have to say that word?” he growled. “All right, I’m that word. Now,. She presses her whole body against his and probes his lips with her tongue, but he resists. She pulls back to chastise him."Stephanie... Sarah... Stop!" he gasps."I think not," she croons as she attacks again.Her hands push in under his shirt and she scrapes her nails up his ribs to find his nipples. She loves how hard they are and she lets her nails bite his skin as she pinches them. Her lips don't press nearly as hard, and as her tongue probes, his lips part. His tongue meets hers and begs.