" Didn't I keep asking you to fix the old washing machine? Didn't you keep telling me that you weren't "The Fucking Maytag Repairman"? Maybe you don't...mind living without clean underwear, but I refuse to live like your parents and siblings!" retorted Brooke."I just saw Hartz's Appliance delivery truck as I came up the street. Is that where you got that washer and dryer? If it is, just how long have those two delivery guys been gone?" I asked with more than a little suspicion."Well, they had a. He slid his hands around my ribcage, burning to my very core as they swept down to my lower back, pulling me closer. I smoothed my fingers up his chest, loving the crisp hair and marveling at the muscles I could feel working beneath his flesh. I hovered above him for a moment, relishing the sensation of my nipples brushing his chest before I let his hands press me tight against him. I looked at his lips and traced them with my tongue, flirtatiously avoiding his as he tried to coax me into a. I kept looking back and forth between them, and they each had a smile that told me there was something I was missing. They slid around until they had me between them and started running their hands over my chest. Angie whispered in my ear, “I bet you’re wondering why we asked you here, huh?”Shayla whispered in the other, “Yeah, we finally found one thing we have in common.”They both began kissing my face and neck, while Angie massaged my balls and Shayla gripped my dick. I pulled both of them. They were both aroused but neither was sure what the other was thinking.After a short silence, Sheila asked "Would you like to see the damage?"Jim felt his cock stiffen but did not want to appear too enthusiastic "If you want."Sheila moved to next to where he was sitting and turned and lowered her trousers and knickers to reveal her so recently spanked buttocks."Looks sore," said a now very highly aroused Jim."It is. You can touch it if you want."Jim reached out and for the first time in.