She invited the wet lad inside “for a cup of tea” and the lad found himself in the big dry kitchen with a cup in his hand before he could argue. ...he quietly loosened her belt then sat opposite him and they chatted. She quickly found out, his name was Carl, he lived at home with his widowed mother and they found life both hard and financially a challenge, there being few jobs in the area, hence at 17 and a half he was still shoving papers through doors for just a few quid a week,. She asked. She soon had Herman ball deep in her mouth and it was having a chain reaction on us all. Herman was grunting as he pulled Sue tighter to his mouth. Sue was bucking and gyrating her hips on Herman’s tongue. Hanna had stepped across Herman, leaned forward bracing herself on Rose’s shoulders and placing her hot, dripping wet pussy in Sue’s face. Sue wasted on time burying her face in Hanna’s pussy. I moved around behind Rose and slipped two fingers into her pussy. She groaned a little as I. Max didn’t bother taking off my g-string. He just pulled it aside before he began to penetrate me with his thick rod. He moved in slowly, giving me time to grow accustomed to his cock, but not stopping till he was completely seated deep inside me. ‘Aaaah!’ We moaned together at the sensation. Max pulled out a little and slammed back in. Soon, he built a nice and steady rhythm with me slamming my hips back onto his cock trying to get as much of him in me as was possible. ‘Fuck! I can’t believe. He had to pee so bad his eyeballs floated.“I gotta get in the house. Help me here, will ya?”He struggled erect and hobbled around the corner of the house to the side door. This led into the basement; he descended the three concrete steps with difficulty and tried the door. Of course it was locked. Reaching through the metal railing, he pried loose a fist-size rock from his mom’s rose garden border, and tapped it experimentally against the glass pane above the doorknob. The house was vintage.