As I had my head stuck in the fridge there was a knock at the door. I closed the door and went to the front door. I looked out the peephole, standing ...here was Dr. Wallace. I was needless to say stunned. I had to blink to make sure I was really seeing him.“Who is it?” I called through the door.“It’s Dr. Charles Wallace. Can I come in?”“By all means,” I opened the door, pulling my robe closed tightly against my body, “please, come in.”I stood off to the side as he walked into my house. “I came. . Finger my ASS!” with that Jim drove one finger deep into her ass. “Oh yes! MMMMmmmm. More Jim.... MORE!” Jim pressed two fingers in her ass and began to move them in and out, “YES! Finger fuck my ASS JIM! Fuck my ASS, Fuck my CUNT! OH IF YOU COULD JUST FUCK MY MOUTH TOO!”Jim took his spare hand and stuck two fingers by her mouth. “MMMmmmmmm THANK YOU!” she said as she started to suck on his fingers. Bobbing her head up and down on them as if she was sucking on his cock. This was all Jim. Blushing, Damien shifted somewhat uncomfortably. Sam noticed right away, and feeling as though he should rectify the situation, he spoke in a somewhat apologetic tone. “It isn't that I mean, you don't seem like you could be big, it's just that...wow. Are you like, eight inches?” Sam could feel his own 6 inch cock beginning to swell underneath the thin towel. With little hesitation he stepped forward. He had noticed that Damien's own cock still pulsed, and was still quite erect even at the sight. If the way she dealt with him at the end of the first date made him want to see her again, the way she acted at the end of the second made him want to do a lot more than that with her. Not that he wouldn't have wanted to anyway, but the combination of action and resistance fired up his imagination. This long afternoon began with a walk through the park between her apartment and the subway station with his arm around her. She seemed to accept that readily, even this early in the day. The.