I was in shock, that litle schoolgirl had grown up and was very much a young woman now. She was wearing shorts and an old t shirt, I gazed looking at ...er, she looked beautiful as the sun shone down on her blonde hair. I could see she had inherited the Roper large breast gene. ‘How can I help?’ Vicky asked ‘Er Well you could start painting the other side’ I said. As we both got on with painting we chatted and asked each other what we had been doing. Vicky was about to start university that. “Good evening boys. Is this an all boys night or can a girl intervene?” I look between the four of them, offering a sexy smile. “Only if that girl is you,” one of the men says. “That’s great. Because it is this girl. I don’t care about any other females in here tonight.” I’m not sure how they know each other, but they’re all so vastly different. The only thing they all seem to have in common is that they're all tall. Which is just fine by me, being five foot, seven inches. They are all in good. After awhile, the two spit-roasting my wife built up a faster and harder rhythm. It was obvious they were getting ready to cum, and both of them seemed to want to go in unison. I knew that would set my little whore over the edge and if she hadn't cum much tonight, this would definitely have her eyes rolling into the back of her head.Sure enough, a few moments later and they both cried out as they pumped and dumped their cum into her for what seemed like an eternity. Even after they had. Mark was available though. No plans, just hanging out, and we knew he’d be okay with us taking a few discrete photos. He was anxious to drop over for a visit. He arrived around eight pm and we sat and had a cold one together. Katie would be the first to say he’s a fucking hunk, strong and muscular, barely thirty years old, and he keeps himself in great shape. After a bit of pleasant chatter we ended up at my desk, huddled around the computer screen. Mark and Katie leaned in over my shoulders as.