My cock twitched and I felt a bit of pain. But slowly I began to relax as she moved her fingers about, caressing my prostate and slowly began fucking ...e with two fingers. She reached around with her other hand and began stroking my cock. “Well somebody likes getting fucked” she said and slid a third finger inside of me. I moaned and started pushing back on her hand. I looked over to the wall and saw my reflection in the mirror, wearing fishnets and a bra, ass up, head down, mouth stuffed with. I turned to speak to Jack, but he was nowhere in sight."I guess I'll get my own beer, then." I teased. "Geez, things are getting pretty bad when a birthday girl has to get her own drink!"I laughed as both guys scrambled to run and get my beer. Ted "won" and Al and I sat on the sofa. When Ted returned, I thanked him graciously as he sat in the chair across from us.Both guys looked terrific. Ted wore black straight leg jeans and a grey sports coat. Under the coat he had on a black shirt. My heart pumped short and fast in my breast; I could not catch a breath; I feared I would faint. My knees were weak. I tried to speak, tried to tell him, but the lump in my throat was as large as the lump pushing against my ass. My cock was driven forward against the cold porcelain as the heavy body behind me asserted itself. My feet began to slip, but my knees were braced from behind by strong thighs. I grasped the cold, sweaty pipe of the urinal, clinging for life, as my assailant's huge. "It sounds like madness," Kirsten said. "And, the madness is catching. Last night, Tiffany made a real serious pitch to me. If little hemmorhoid-maker here is a girl, she wants to name her 'Susan.'" That's a nice name," Jennifer said."Not when she wants to name her after Susan Butcher," Kirsten snorted. "You know who Susan Butcher is? She's the gal that won this thousand-mile sled dog race in Alaska the last two years." I can think of worse reasons to give kids names," Jennifer said. "In.