Lately, she had been dabbling with letting the boys play with her sensitive bottom despite her life-long aversion to anal pursuits. Most of them had p...easured her crack with their greedy cocks and she had become somewhat addicted to the spurting of long lines of creamy McGregor cum on her cheeks. She still persisted in only allowing the entry of actual cock meat into the entryway outside her tight little sphincter muscle and the brothers were satisfied with her largesse without belaboring her. The tilt of his shoulder told me he was giving his cock a vigorous stroking. I followed his lead, finger-painting a silky breast with my free hand. The bubbling water concealed all that triggered the subtle changes in breathing and posture, closing of eyes, parting of lips.I wondered, for the third week in a row, if this would be the time he would abandon the rules and satisfy himself inside me.My heart skipped when he eased in my direction. "I want to show you something." He groped underwater. I tried to remember my “putting on socks” routine, but the only times I put socks on, or indeed removed them, was before and after sleeping, both times where I wasn’t entirely cognitively present.“How does it feel?” she asked, lifting one of my feet and massaging it with her both hands.“I feel like my foot is a hotdog.” I said.She had cradled my leg between her breasts, slowly moving it up and down. Her breath on my foot felt really nice.“Now just stay there and let me release all of your. I started to laugh but she stood up and came right over to me, pulling my boxers to my ankles. she took one look at my cock and engulfed it in her warm mouth. she pushed me down on the bed and began working her head on my rod, making it stiffer and and stiffer. I pulled abbys shirt off and and unsnapped her bra, letting her ample 36c's fall out. she sucked my cock till it was a full 8 inches then stood up and removed her jeans. I reached out and pulled her panties off revealing her.