(Get it? To come?Sorry!)Through out this womanly process, Jim had set very still and with an airof expectancy about him. As though he had thought abou... this happening tohim at sometime in his life and now wanted to compare his fantasy to hisreality. He showed no remorse or disappointment at what was happening tohim. Let's see how that works when I style his hair like a 1950'scigarette girl.Jim handed back the pink lipstick, ran his tongue over his lipscarefully, and looked up at me with pride. Spying a garden tool with a rounded, smooth wooden handle, I fucked my pussy hole. Every time he would pull almost all the way out, I would shove the handle all the way in, alternating with him, but the pressure remained. “You’re so fucking tight,” he ground out; his thrusts getting faster. “Faster…please…don’t stop. Fuck! Don’t stop,” I said, loudly. The handle fell out of my slit, as I abandoned it, so that I could focus on making myself cum. My fingers were a blur, as I rapidly tugged my. ‘I’m gonna make you feel good, too! Real good!’ As the two young women rolled over, Bobby stepped back, not wanting to be seen. Not yet. He wanted to see Lana make love to her friend! Lana’s lips, tongue, and hands darted over her friend’s pale, slim, body, caressing, stroking, building the fires of passion higher and higher. Bobby was mightily aroused! The spectacle unfolding in front of the young man was far more erotic than the best porno film he’d ever seen! Bobby examined Lana’s friend.. Otto ground away methodically and not communicating at all. He added grunting to his sweating and finally pulled out and cried, ‘It’s no use. A dry shot again. It’s tension because I know my wife has taken on a lover.’ ‘My poor man,’ Angela said, showing no disgust at Otto’s lack of performance. She pushed him back on to the sofa and dropping to her knees gave him a robust sucking, working one hand lower down his shaft and rolling his balls with her other hand. ‘I’m coming,’ Otto groaned,.