Poor Ocker had been waiting too long and came as soonthe head of his cock entered between my pussy lips.He thrust his spewing rod into me and sighed a... hedumped his load into me. Afterward they all muttered, “Thanks Laura,” andOcker said, “Bet you enjoyed that huh?”What could I say? I stood there for a while as theircum dribbled from me and realized that they must havebeen storing it up for quite a while. Lucky me!Later as we sat around drinking I showed no sign. I like watching you cum as much as I feel when squirting your hot cum in my mouth. You taste delicious. Let’s go.”“Zak, have you heard from Olga?”“Come to think about it; I have not seen her at work.”“Hello, pretty boys.”“Olga, where have you been?”“I took a couple of days off to work on the project, and as I expected, we have a selection of ten willing beauties. There were a few that wrote a narrative of what they wanted. I found myself getting off. I was rubbing my pussy too much.”“When will. He remembered taking the picture almost a year ago. At least he was there when the picture was taken. Or had he pressed the shutter? Or was it two years, as Mary had first fallen in love with Evelyn? No, it was just a year ago, he was sure, just as he had begged Mary to stay, despite the love affair! No, wait, she had begged him to stay, or something like that. Anyway, they were so happy, the two girls and Evelyn really was a veritable Queen of the bedroom, so Mary admitted. Or rather he was. When he suggested we leave, I just nodded and headed for the cloakroom so we could retrieve our coats. Outside, with arms around each other, we hurried down the street for a bit, then down a side street where we found a nice dark shop doorway that was away from the street lighting. Within moments, he had our coats undone and was pressing our bodies together as we French kissed, long. tongue sucking kisses. He pressed a hand between our bodies to undo the buttons of my dress. There was no.