He finished his coffee and rinsed his mug out in the sink, upending it to dry out on the drainer.Alec walked into Amy’s; Izzy’s, its Izzy now reme...ber ... bedroom. The musky odour of arousal was still strong. It became even stronger when he pulled the duvet back. There was a noticeable damp patch. Alec placed his palm flat on it. Cold, moist. He pulled his hand away, sniffed his palm, licked a finger. He hardened at the thought of the two girls sixty nineing, cuming over each other’s faces.Alec. Three rock-hard geriatric cocks were standing proudly at attention.It was laughable. I could have easily pushed past them and called for help."Now boys, what on earth are you thinking?" I asked. They shuffled their feet awkwardly."I hope you don't think we're being too forward..." replied Reg nervously."... But it seemed pretty obvious you've been gagging for it" interrupted Ernie."So we came up with this plan to help you, since you've been so nice to us and all" finished George.This plan was. “Where’s your key?” he grunted in her ear.Amy reached into the top of her dress and produced the key card. “Slut!” Jake exclaimed, “Open the fucking door, now!” Amy managed to unlock the door and Jake opened it and pushed her inside. The room was smaller than his, but it would do. It had a bed and a couch and that’s all they needed. Amy’s fear grew exponentially with every word this mysterious stranger uttered. He was going to rape her, and according to him, she deserved it. She found herself. He had no idea I was a wild horny woman...though mostly in my head. I had decided a few years back that I was bisexual. I figured it out over the years, because I was as easily turned on by perky breasts as I was by a handsome male face. I accepted that about myself, though until now I have never revealed it to anyone. I actually have found out a lot about myself over the last few years but that is neither here nor there, just a fact. My favorite fantasy is about watching a woman push a huge.