About the same time that I think that she slides back on her chair and get up smiling at me she heads down the hall way to where I know is her bed roo... and I stand and watch her as she walks away. She gets to the bedroom door and pause as she undo her house coat and let it fall off her shoulders and down to the floor as she looks back and smile at me and walks into the bedroom, by then I'm already following her down the hall I get to the door and stop and look in, she is laying across the bed. I was on my knees, with my right cheek against the grass and both hands between my legs just trying to hang on to my exploding pussy, when I felt Pete grab both my wrists and pull them away. It didn't slow my orgasm down though. And as soon as I heard him ask, "anything...?" (in that way he has of letting me know that I am really in for it now,) it only got stronger. I vaguely remember shouting, "YES, ANYTHING," about as loud as I could. I say vaguely, because I really don't remember much about. As Sam’s cock sawed in and out of her pussy I fastened my mouth on her clitoris, sucking it, teasing it. The three of us really got heavily into our combined fuck, pumping, sucking, tonguing; letting our lust take control of the situation. I could feel the orgasm start to build up deep in my belly. Above my face Sam’s cock was pounding fiercely in Lee’s cunt. Her lips were spread by his thrusting shaft, her moisture clear and streaky on him, wet and glistening. Both of them began to cum. Lee. My story does not start here but it starts when I was 15 years old. I got my high school sweetheart pregnant. We had a baby, a son. It was tough for a couple years because my parents were older and and fate had a different plan for her and her parents.When My son was three, her parents got hit by a drunk driver and were instantly killed. The next couple of years brought the death of my mother and father, who were in the sixties. My father died of a heart attack and my mother died.