Yes, men had taken pleasure from her in her old life, but that was so different - that was simply the man taking. This was her giving, and it was so b...autiful.They took turns giving and receiving ecstasy in these ways, and others, until Ankneela had lost all track of time, utterly immersed in the glory of it.Then the acolyte rearranged their legs so that they formed two intertwined “Y”s, and she gripped one of Ankneela’s thighs and ground her sex against Ankneela’s. Ankneela nearly lost her. She twisted and wriggled so she could see and her eyes widened as Troy pulled the trunks tantalisingly from his hips. She could see the hammock of cotton slinging a rather impressive trunk but it wasn't until he exposed his manhood she got the full affect. Unable to suppress a gawp she became embarrassed and giggled when the flesh fell to his thigh, semi stiff and like a dark brown twitching snake! Troy smiled and chuckled back, immediately relaxing her, he was a true professional. She stared. Finally on his feet were a pair of pink Nike sneakers.Jordan sighed a deep sigh. He took one last drag from the cigarette andthen snuffed it out on the step next to where he sat.He brought the Rolling Rock up to his lips and took a long sip. As hepulled the bottle away, a little bit of the beer splashed back onto hisface.Quickly Jordan set the beer bottle on the step next to him and picked upa pink purse and sat it in his lap.Yet, another gift from his wife.He unzipped it and looked through it. Randy sucked in his breath, the excitement overwhelming him.'Oh fuck yesss... you're wearing panties, just like me... you horny motherfucker!' Randy gasped, sliding his own pants off, gripping his shirt and popping the buttons as he tore it off, then Chris' shirt too. 'C'mere, doll...' and they crushed together, hot, horny lips meeting, tongues swirling in each others' mouths as they ground their throbbing cocks together, leaking flowing precum on each other, making them even hotter for each.