In spite of everything else, I never had complaints about the sex, before I found out I was sharing....We were constantly together. They'd meet us for...lunch once or twice a week. One would bring it, while the other went out. We discovered the conference table was really sturdy, the couch not so much. We had to replace it after Allan and Cindy had lunch in one day.We were heading towards moving in when we hit a bump in the road. I always felt it was a warning I should have heeded.We got the. When I moved a hand and touched a nipple, she moaned, "Steve! Oh, Steve, YES!" and then jumped up, pulling me up with her. Quickly we shed the rest of our clothes, and then I hugged her bare body to mine, trying to touch every inch of her with my own body. She pushed me back onto the bed, and jumped on top of me, holding herself up with her arms. I reached up and put my hands on her nipples, rubbing very gently around them. She moaned more, and quickly lowered herself onto my erection. I. “Mmm, fuck Dan, what you do to me!” She moaned, her eyes half-closed with sensual delight.As they continued their seductive dance, Tracy looked the others watching them straight in the eye. She moved slightly, letting the women see his massive hard cock grasped in her hand.The song ended with more applause, and she led Dan back to their table. She knelt and undid his pants, pulling them and his underwear down. He kicked off his shoes, and she placed his clothes on top of her dress. She put her. Like every other normal k** I hit that age, got hair on my balls and thought I was pretty cool. At first all was well and I would get to start fucking girls-a lot of girls. But it did not happen like that. I learned that the girls did not want to put out as easily as they should. So I learned to please myself. And that worked well for a while but then I started to do that too much. I mean I really liked it and thought why not? What could it hurt. Then my mom busted me, yes, red handed so to.