His hips started to push upwards as he pushed my head down to meet the upward thrust. I was breathing through my nose but still choking and gagging as...he was in my throat with each long stroke. James fucked my face for what seemed like a very long time. I was lost, addicted to what was happening, only wanting to please him, only wanting to pleasure him.I could hear him breathing deeper. His thrusts and pushing were faster. The one hand I had on his shaft was being pushed down tighter by my own. When I entered his room, I didn’t feel it right away but it didn’t take long. There he was. Mid-40s, generous stomach, well-built, a large man, but not huge. His cock was not big but it was exactly what I wanted. I have no experience sucking cocks or getting fucked, but for some time I’d known that it was an experience that I wanted to have. So, it was a perfect cock for what I had in mind. Not so long but thick enough and with a nice curve. And the way he stroked it, well, I started to. . . and let’s see how long it takes you to shoot!”Almost on cue Angie and Jennifer, came out of the adjoining room, dressed only in their new white robes. I had ordered them online in a smaller size . . . deliberately than their body sizes. They were called Flower Girl clear rhinestone white satin kimono robes. With their sashes tied in front, it caused their bare titties underneath to appear almost nude for us to look at.It might have been my imagination, but Peter’s cock grew to almost its. I turned to him as he lay on his back, I shook him, but he had fallen asleep. I reached down to his pants, undid hid belt, and his flies, and pulled his pants down to expose his little cock.I lay alongside him, my knee bent as one leg lay atop his, and I started to rub myself, stopping occasionally to feel his flaccid cock and see if I could put some life into it.His hairy thigh felt warm as I ground against him, at last my pussy was wetting him and sliding became easier.I was grunting like a.