My head was on his shoulder, and I just sat there, looking down at his cock moving in and out of his massive hand. Until he reached over and placed my...hand on it.Then “she” was there, and within a moment or two “I”, “Scott” was gone. Todd had laid his head back and closed his eyes and was moaning now and then in encouragement. It didn’t take much to lower my head onto him. He filled my mouth and I started working him past my gag reflex. I wanted; no, she wanted, to pleasure him, to swallow his. “Oh shit Dave she has lovely nipples mate, just made for sucking.” With that he closed his lips over one of them and sucked hard then bit down on it hard, making me stifle a cry. While he chewed on the one his fingers were pinching the other. I could feel his cock pressed against my stomach and he felt big, bigger than my husband. His free hand moved down my body and moved his hand onto my sleep panties. I struggled but I was powerless to stop him as he ran it down the front and between my. ” Without waiting for an answer, Susan stepped around the Dean's desk and leaned forward. She dangled her tennis ball sized tits in the Dean's face and shook them to and fro. “It's okay Dean. Go ahead and enjoy my tits.” When Susan dragged a hard nipple across the Dean's mouth. Almost involuntarily, his tongue flicked out and licked it. “Oh Dean, that's nice. Why don't you suck and lick that one while you squeeze my other tit?” The Dean responded by wrapping his arms around Susan's. "The girls squealed, loud enough to be heard from the kitchen." ... Guess he just did," my wife grinned. "Get up!". I groaned and rolled out of bed, and padded off to the bathroom for a piss. By the time I walked nude into the kitchen, Jennifer and the two little nymphs had left, and my wife was outside, slathering herself with coconut oil. The aroma in the kitchen was marvelous. I grabbed a couple of warm flour tortillas, filled them up with eggs, fried potatoes, chorizo, shredded cheese and.