..tell me..what do you do with them"...I decided they best course of action was to tell her...as nothing could make this situation worse..." I just li...e looking at them"....."is that all " she said ... "I like to imagine you wearing them" I replied..."me ..an old lady".... "yes" ..."anything else" she questioned........." i sometimes like to try them on"..."WHY"........"i just like the feel of them"...."AND"....."i like to think of my cock touching where you pussy has been"......."well I dont. " What?" Well, it's gotten really dark outside, and I don't have any lights on, so the only light is from the TV." And?" If I turned the TV off, it would be totally dark in here, and I wouldn't be able to see you in your bra and panties, and you wouldn't be able to see me in my shorts." Do you know where the remote control is?" Yes, I think I can find it here someplace." Do it," she whispered intensely.He did find it, and soon they were stripping in the dark, one on each end of the sofa. He. I let out a loud gasp and tried to move my hips but I felt multiple hands steady me. I screamed as I felt the sticky object push and force into my butt. I now felt the two objects pushing in and out of my sex and my ass. I started to cry but this didnt matter as all I heard was giggles. The two objects were forced in and out of me over and over each moving with its own rhythm sometimes on the same stroke in and other times opposite strokes in and out. I then felt another honey covered object. John told me to “come here” and I stepped forward. John kissed me again, hungrily and manly; I felt consumed by John’s mouth and hands. John had grasped my ass through my jeans and squeezed firmly. John pulled my t-shirt over my head and gently pushed down on my shoulders.I’d watched plenty of porn and always fantasized about being the beautiful girl desired and sluttish pleasing a guy. I knew what John wanted and slowly sank to my knees. I saw Johns shirt and then before me was a pair of.