I started to poke his hole like he had mine last summer. It was slightly bitter at first and somehow it became sweet. Clean and sweat. I explored his ...ole some more and the hornier I got the deeper I was going into it. I was fucking his hole with my tongue and his moaning let me know I was doing okay. I had no idea it could be this exciting and I didn't want to leave his ass. I moved from the hole and with a wet tongue dragged it along his crack but pausing at his sweet spot. I used more saliva. ”Pak stuttered, ”No. No, I didn’t see anything, really. I just got there and then you shouted at me. All I saw was that you guys were having sex.”Mark challenged Pak, ”Really, because I looked over there almost ten minutes earlier and I thought that I saw you standing there. I was just so lost in the moment that I didn’t react. Did you like watching us?”Pak sat there stunned and silent for a while. Mark reassured him that it was okay to talk honestly to him and that his secret was safe. Pak. M said to me that the dirty old fucker had obviously ben through Riches stuff and found some porn mags. There were a few mags s**ttered about and F was turning the pages of one on the desk with one hand while wanking with the other. M said that his pants were round his ankles and that she could only see his arse not any of his cock, but she could see his right hand wanking like mad.What turns me on about this is that M stayed and watched. She knows that she she should have coughed, or made a. She can feel his fingers slipping into her brown curls, then a short gasp escapes her lips as her head snaps back and the air breezes across her exposed throat. No pain of course, he would never cause her unneeded pain, she realizes. The sensation of his lips touching the soft skin below her chin brings vibrations to her clit and a raggedness to her breathing. She’s on the edge, has been for what seems like hours, but has been only minutes.The agony of his slow, sensual kisses across her neck.