I didn’t particularly fancy either of them but I needed something other than toys. I bent down to scratch my foot knowing my top would be low and my...tits would show as I didn’t have a bra on.The trick worked and as I sat back up Terry moved forward and fondled my tits, I sat back and closed my eyes as his feeling had my nipples hardening. Then after a few minutes my chair was turned around and Terry was feeling me from behind, he bent over and we kissed. I could feel Derek’s finger move up the. .kiss my dick head and lick it like a lollipop...' Holding Bruce throbbing shaft I leaned forward and kissed his penile head lightly. His penis was exuding a small amount of pre-cum and as I licked his head Bruce moaned slightly. Bruce told me '...now suck my dick like it's a stalk of sugar cane...' I started to close my eyes Bruce harshly said '...keep looking at me I wanna see your eyes as you suck my dick...' I obeyed him and opened my lips and engulfed his throbbing head. Bruce moaned as he. I knew she was probably right. The number of times that Sue had attacked me over my being too close to Marg while they were around would have told them that something was not right.“Then your families. Does your family care about you?” She didn’t wait for me to answer. “Unless the bastards are like mine they would want you to be happy and you’re never going to be sitting around waiting for Sue’s boyfriends to send her home. From what Marg tells us the whole town over east knew about your wife’s. “Oh, Christ. Bree, I’m going to come,” I rasped; overwhelmed by that familiar, warm tingle that swelled deep in my stomach. “Mmm.” Bree’s eyes were fixed on mine as she unabashedly frigged herself. “Oh, Bree. I’m going to come,” I heaved. The immense, expanding churn of my orgasm was reaching critical mass. “Do you want me to… Where do you want…?” Bree stared up at me, gently jostling against my panicked thrusts. She didn’t say anything. She just lay there, moaning, the corners of her mouth.