He was the handsome son of her husband's boss and she had been pushed into serving both the needs of his middle-aged father and the son as well. His u...e of her rear-door entry was the highlight of her premier performance and her tight pucker was still throbbing from the unexpected stretching. Her repeated pleas to her boringly conventional husband to spice up their routine had met with a blank stare on his face as if he could not comprehend the depth of her depravity. The fact that he came from. Nattering about lipsticks, I thought... sorry. Unless - look, I don'twant to assume - what pronouns would you like me to use?" he asked,obviously a tad awkward but still handling the matter with measured calm.I, meanwhile, simply blushed more as my hands shook from nerves."T-t-that's okay," I stammered. "H-he/h-him," I finished, the four wordsalone being enough of an effort to get out."Cool," the man nodded. "Look, um - I'm Ryan, and this is my olderbrother Jake," he said, gesturing to the man. They squeezed each others legs tightly together as they continued to grind their crotches against each other, rubbing each other raw.After about 15 minutes of hard fighting, the young squaws broke apart and stood to their feet. Their tits rose and fell dramatically as they struggled to catch their breath. All at once they rushed each other, their sweat soaked bodies slapping hard together as they sunk their claws into each others butt. They started slamming their hips and crotches forcefully. I looked over at Andrea, who was now crossing champagne glasses with Carbone, each drinking from the other's glass. In doing so, still under Carbone's right arm, she was now pressing her left breast into his chest. I turned to Melissa, who smiled sweetly at me, sighed, and rested her head on my shoulder. With her hand on mine, she now began to rub my hand along her upper thigh, back and forth, inching progressively upward, finally reaching to the edge of her very short dress. She whispered.