I allowed myself to accept the full length of the toy, as my other hand disappeared into my lust obsessed cunt. My bent legs jerked and writhed shame...essly as I enjoyed the most amazing self-styled DP ever. I blamed it all on my hormones. The men wasted no time dragging me over to a clearing and pushing me onto my knees, with my arms straight down, supporting my robust frame. I was surrounded by willing, twitching cocks; too many to count. I was so aroused, realizing that my fantasy was. Might as well get something to eat. You step out of the apartment, quickly locking up and heading down the stairs before jogging down the sidewalk. You don't feel like driving right now, so you'll just walk.Finally, you reach the intersection - the McD's right on the other side of the road. But, more importantly, you notice that there is a little old woman struggling with a large bag of wool and a pair of knitting needles. Stepping over to the woman, you speak up. "Excuse me, ma'am, do you need. A band could pull up, unload their stuff onto a lift, have it lifted to stage height, where they could roll everything right onto the stage for set up. Then there was a wide spiral staircase up to the green room where we could serve meals and where the sound was muted enough that you could hear yourself think.The sound board, or more rightly the sound booth, was right in the middle of the room, against the back wall. It was covered and protected from beer spillage from the balcony above and it. "Oh, Sir, would you let me do that?" Her face was so eager, indeed hopeful. How could I not nod again? I lifted the covers and her hands reached for my penis. Oh, what the hell, I thought, threw off the covers and slid down the bed to lie flat on my back. I closed my eyes, and let her slim fingers explore my shaft with such gentle strokes. There was no difficulty in recognising the touch of her soft lips, even though my eyes were shut. I said nothing but just reached out run my hand over her.