Now Thomas' half-heartedness was getting the best of him, as it was always going to. He backed away a few steps and stammered, "This isn't right." Are...'t you tired of always doing what Mom and Dad tell you?" It's not like that," Thomas said, and now there was a note of real fear in his voice that surprised Carol-Anne. "That thing in the woods with the masks was strange. It felt...wrong. Sick. Whatever happens in that house, it's not good for us. We should go back." Carol-Anne examined her. I rubbed some into my hands and got onto the bed over him and started to rub the lube over his hard cock. The lube was peach flavor so I slowly started to put his cock in my mouth playing with the tip. He moaned at bit harder when I started to go hard and fast. Up and down. I was trying to get as much of it I could in my mouth. It turned me on knowing he was watching me. I looked up at him our eyes on each other, while I sucked and licked his cock and balls. My took my hand and started to play. ”Just than a secretary rushed through the door and urged that I follow her up to the offices.I turned to the Receptionist and bade her an interesting rest of the day, and she wished me the best of luck with a beaming smile.I was ushered into a comfortable office, dark wood-lined in oak, with old pictures of the Victorian founders of the ancient company and pictures of old steam engines and a factory floor with pulleys and overhead leather belts driving the old machinery. Sitting at a heavy and. I look in the mirror behind him and see Chris standing behind me before I feel his cock press against my ass. I look at Craig and kiss him as he clasps my hips making them motionless. Chris takes his opportunity and presses his cock in to the entrance of my ass. Craig’s hands move me down his cock and presses Chris into my ass. My rosebud blooms in invitation to allow Chris access before closing and tightening around him. My hips start to more relentlessly. Feeling every vein and ever ridge of.