..the touch of a hundred fingers can be a lovely thing. He seemed to enjoy that. I massaged him a little more, ran my hands all over his back and legs...and slowly along his inner thighs and delicately up between his cheeks to touch his arse. Every movement, every breath, every sound from him only served to make me hornier and wetter and more keen to let him have it in the nicest possible way. I parted his cheeks slightly and slowly slid my tongue down in between them till I found the little. I stayed there on my knees and he grabbed his cock and began stroking it inches from my face. After about 30 seconds of watching this I, for some reason I still don’t understand, leaned forward and took his cock back in my mouth and began pumping it. Once again he moaned, but this time he grabbed the back of my head and started face fucking me. I had done this to my wife many times and knew how great it felt so I didn’t object until he hit the back of my throat and I gagged.He pulled out and. The floor drain took it all and I walked up and pushed a finger deep into her ass pulling it out and looking. “Well that hole is clean so now we need to check the other, up for a douche bitch?” and I then produced a plastic bottle with and long hard tube. This I jammed into her pussy pushing it deep and then when it was in as much as possible I squeezed the bottle and then the liquid was squirting out of her pussy.She felt the finger in her ass and well that was not so bad and then the douche. My stomach was all knotted up with excitement and I could feel old Roscoe twitching in anticipation. I’d gotten so hot for that smooth, creamy flesh, it almost made me cross-eyed. For just a second, I thought about jumping her right there. But I didn’t want any interruptions, so I just stroked one of her knees, then I made myself shift gears and get the hell out of there.I hadn’t hit the first red light before she started taking her shoes off. The next thing you know, she’s hiking up the short.