..He'd been sitting there next to me on the couch, legs outstretched on the ottoman, I reached out placing my left arm around his neck, resting my hea... against his chest. My right hand slid under his t-shirt to massage his tight, smooth stomach. His stomach was always a turn-on to me, though tonight I needed no other stimuli. I heard his soft exhale of breath as my soft hands played across his skin. My fingers crept lower and as they reached just under the waistband of his shorts his abdomen. 'Becky' had sunk down to the floor again and was sitting at her feet. Sharon made up her mind."I'll play with him," she said.She undid the buttons of her short suit coat, then took it off and hung it on the back of my desk chair. Then she unzipped her skirt and took that off as well, hanging it neatly on the back of the chair over the coat. She was tall for a woman, and looked great standing there in panties, stockings and garter belt, and a white blouse. She unbuttoned the blouse and took it. ”Anna went through a lot of precise details about how to tell my eyes, or maybe she meant telling the place in my head to say to my eyes, to see less of the light.I don’t have any clue what the heck she is explaining.“Sorry David,” Anna said, looking down for a few seconds. “They have had me explaining this to the adults over and over again to see if there is a way they can figure out how to make it work for themselves. Based on the testing they just did, you can see between a half a perfect. Kev’s boss whipped his cock out, pulled my leotard to one side, tore a hole in my tights and plunged his prick right up my arsehole. As he pumped me, slapping his hips against my buttocks, I kept exchanging alternate looks between the boss’s determined expression, to the distorted face of Ray. ‘Ah, ah, you’re fucking me so good! Ah, oh! Shag me! You’re fucking shagging me!’ I could feel my hunk’s hands pressed against my nylon hips as he slammed it up me. ‘You dirty fucking bitch!’ he cried..