"This time, I play a different tune." Only he began humming the same tune as before.Within seconds three women were on the stage, rubbing against him....They were completely naked and they straddled his thighs, rubbing their vaginas against his leg, pressing their hard nipples against his arms and his chest.He let go of his cock, now fully erect, and began to stroke a different woman with each hand. On his right was a tall, bleached blonde. He grabbed her tit in his fist and crushed it. She. Mr Strachan frowned for a moment then sat at his desk. Abi look at him and thought to herself you might have been good looking once. He was around early 50's, hair beginning to grey at his temples but otherwise black. He had a slight paunch beginning but he hid it well through a smart, well fitting suit. She thought that there was something different about him than from when she saw him in the hall but couldn't quite put her finger on it. Mr Strachan began in a formal tone, “Abi, firstly, you. He could feel the way her pussy flexed on his tongue, and the mewls she was making told him she was coming. He could taste her fuck fluids, and he had to swallow now and then. He lapped at her cunt swiftly, making her jerk her ass about in ecstasy.Then Bobby felt the wetness of his mother's tongue against his asshole and gave a soft yelp as her tongue suddenly plunged into his asshole.Joyce shoved her tongue up her son's asshole and thrust her tongue back and forth, clinging to his thighs with. You come into the house and pull off your jacket as you walk to the kitchen to fix yourself something to drink. The rest of your night at work had been crazy and you were ready to relax. With a glass of juice in your hand you walk to the bedroom to look in on me. As your reach the door you notice the soft glow coming from beneath it. You open it slowly and stand there as your eyes adjust to the dimness of the room. Your gaze is immediately drawn to the window where the moonlight is spilling in.