I climb on top of you, I’m sitting on your mound. I grind my pussy with yours. I massage you tits. hmmm. ‘Please, I need you.’ I tell you ...o take your bra off and I suck on each nipple, back and forth for a couple of minutes. I take my bra off. You know not to touch. This is all about you right now, there’ll be plenty of time for me. I pull your panties off and then mine. I kiss your shaved mound, you buck, you are so horny. I lick your slit. hmmmm. I find your clit and lick it,. Short of Maya, she was the most beautiful of the ladies seated at the table. Her area of competence, it seemed, was hair and makeup. Hair and makeup? I was a pretty smart kid, no matter how my behavior said otherwise, and I was beginning to get a clue about what these women had planned for me. I was still denying it. Surely my parent's would not have gone along with this ludicrous scheme. 'I must be wrong,' I prayed. All my fears were proven true, however, with Maya's next words."Dinner will. "That's them," my wife quickly pushed my hand away as she nodded toward the couple who just entered the theater, "that's him."They appeared about as nervous as we were.The guy was even taller than I’d thought from his description and photo and I couldn’t help glancing at my wife and enjoying her pleasure as she watched him ascend the steps.And the wife was hot. Slender, gorgeous long legs, pretty face, hey, what more could I ask for?"Are you really sure?" I asked one last time before it was. His cum ran down her chest and stomach. She smothered the cum with her hands all over her boobs. He still shot off load after load. Ingrid opened her mouth and he fired a load straight in, he was a good shot, it had flown over three feet. The power of his ejaculation was phenomenal. Long continual white strands of cum flew out of his dick and splattered all over Ingrid. He truly was a fireman with a fucking cum hose. His cum had run down her stomach, across her pussy and dripped onto my cock;.