The day came and just as expected, me wearing a tank top during our skype call seemed to really distract Dalton. I let him have his fun, cause the way...I saw it this was just a 'ha!' moment I could point out to my boyfriend later since he was always jealous when guys would give a second glance my way. Maybe I shouldn't have worn a push up bra? Maybe I shouldn't have bent over as much? But this was a lesson my boyfriend had to learn so I let the perv have his fun. I was suprised though, despite. At first, I thought I should push him away, but then I remembered how nice he had been to me so I snuggled up against him. What seemed like only seconds, we were at the apartment and Ryan was carrying me up the steps to the front door. Emily and her friend were holding the door open, then Emily led the way to the room where I was to sleep. Ryan sat me on the bed and I fell back feeling exhausted. “I must have danced a few too many,” I commented barely able to keep my eyes open. Emily began. "I asked them about the boyfriends," my wife continued, "and they 'fessed up the guys were amazingly hung, both carrying eleven thick inches down there when they became nice and hard, which, according to the girls, is just about all the time. The four of them fuck like bunnies and do it together sometimes, two teen couples rutting like a quartet of horny sex freaks, it sounds like." "Do they take it up the ass yet?" I asked my wife. The two of us are complete anal sex addicts so this subject. ”“Mother! You’ve gone all crude on me. Are you ok?”“I want a tit fuck, son. I love your dad to bits, love, but a man who’s dead in the trouser department’s no use to me, son.”“Stop talking about my dad like that, will you?”“2008. That’s the last time he let me give him a tit wank.”“Behave yourself.”“You’d let me give you a tit wank, wouldn’t you, son?”“Shut up talking like that. I’m not taking you out again if this is what it does to you.”“You’re young, son. You young hot-blooded lads, you love.