He let me nibble him and started eagerly pushing his tip into my lips, feeling my warm breath on him. Slowly, I opened my mouth and guided with him wi...h my hands, holding him, jacking on him gently. My cheeks bulged outward as he went in deeper and held still, savoring the warmth of my hot mouth.I felt the finger at my pussy; go from one to many, several hands pulling my labia wide as others were inserted inch by inch into my cunt. I felt someone's finger massaging my anus, wiping my own. Damn if we all don’t” he said.“I am so in agreement on that with you. Oh my yes,” she said. “The irony is that in this case he is forced to turn to us for help. There is no one else who would be willing to go as far as us to help him, her, out. In a way what has happened to her was a good thing. I mean it’s not that I’m glad that something this horrible happened, but it may bring us all back together. That’s a positive, right?”“You’re right about it being ironic. And, I guess it is positive in. It was the kind of ass seldom seen in real life; the kind of ass that turned heads and drew amazed stares.On one particular night as we were parked and naked in the back of the station wagon, Mary decided she needed something that she had left in the front seat. She reached over the back of the front seat, then went farther over the seat trying to reach whatever it was. She was bent over the seat back with her beautiful ass in the air and pointed right at my face! I don't think I had ever seen. ”Dinner at 8.She lay down on her back, head in my lap, and winked up at the Man of the Hour, “No hands, Froggy.”No matter how much Trish has had me practice over the years, honesty — which is sometimes the best policy, or so people say — requires me to admit that I’m no match — head between her thighs — for Froggy. How do I know? I’m a keen observer of the humane condition and I pay attention to when Trish compliments him.“You’re the best, Froggy.”“You make me cum so hard, Froggy.”“Keep going,.