In the early 1990s I worked night security in an office building in the city of London along with a colleague Mick Dyer, slightly older than me. Mick ...onstantlyntold me about his ex wife, a nymphomaniac he divorced after forgiving her countless times. Some of the secrets of his ex wife turned me on no end including her love of gang bangs and one morning his story turned me on so much I had to retreat to the gent,s toilet for a knuckle shuffle and was in the heat of nearly spurting when Mick. Jeanie could see that he was wanking himself with expert slowness, and this pleased her, for she could tell that while he was trembling on the brink of the edge of orgasm, he had regained control and they could continue at such a state – which her increasing excitement meant that she would soon have to allow herself to reach also – for some long time. Withdrawing her finger, she held it to his face. ‘Smell my wet pussy. You want to taste?’ Jon’s pupils dilated further, but she put her finger. Minutes later I saw my mums room door open and there was Bill standing in the doorway in his white vest and black jeans, something he always wore, with a huge smile across his face. I gulped and acted surprised"Bill...it...it isn't what it looks like, I promise!" I said with fear in my voice"Ha Ha, I fucking knew it, you are just some white bitch boi who loves BBC" He scoffed at me with his eyes fixed on the laptop screen and then darting onto me."Bill, please don't tell my mum, she will kill. He slowed down and I reached up and pulled him down to me and whispered in his ear how good it felt to have two cocks filling my cunt. Richard whispered back telling me this was so hot and we just had to get Timmy to fuck me somehow. I said oh yes my dear c***d we’re going to figure it out I said between moans and whimpers that escaped my parted lips. We settled into a slow gentle fuck as Richard began to fill my head with visions of two cocks fucking my wet hot cunt. He would whisper oh yeah.