I couldn't believe what I just heard. I must be mistaken. It sounded like one of the girls had slipped the words "get his tongue deep in there, make h...m lick it out!" into their chat before talking normally again. It must be the drugs still in my system, I thought, surely I imagined it. To my horror I realized my cock had stiffened and was probably erecting a visible tent in my trousers. I dared not open my eyes. I dared not put my hand down there in case the movement caused them to look over. Mike began to moan, as Angela sucked on his magic stick. He started to move his hips back and forth as if he was fucking her mouth. Angela moved one hand between his legs and grabbed his balls. She gently pulled down on them as she stroked his rod. Angela moved her hand back and slowly inserted one finger inside his ass. Mike looked shocked, but it didn’t stop him from enjoying his blow job. Mike knew he was near climax as he closed his eyes. Angela pressed her finger down,. I comforted myself by remembering this wasn’t about me at all. No one was watching this for my dick. She could get fucked by a soggy miniature hot dog and still make it look sexy.So, I lined my cock up with her wet opening and slid into her. Fuck, that was nice. “Ooh, fuck yes,” she agreed, moaning around the tip of the baby bottle. “Gimme that mystery cock.”I started slow, more for my sake than hers, but I didn’t get away with it for long. “Harder, Mister,” she demanded playfully. I sped up a. The table, she thought; oh lord-- he had screwed her right on this very table last night, when everyone else in the house was asleep. He'd lifted her to the tabletop and spread her legs to walk in between them with his perpetually hard prick in his hand. Her son had fucked her as eagerly as if he'd never touched her before, and it had been good, wild for both of them... "Where will you-- do it?" she asked. "If your sister goes along, that is." Betty felt like a procurer, or some equally bad.