Mr Dawkins paused to shout a greeting, "Morning Joanne,filthy weather eh?"John automatically responded, "It certainly is, Robert. You look afteryourse...f."Moving on to the drive, John realised that Mr. Dawkins had died 5 yearssgo and he hadn't known his first name. Furthermore he had called him'Joanne'. In a way that was a relief that be hadn't been exposed as somecross dressing wierdo but what on earth was goin on?After a few steps down the drive, John turned to look back at the houseand. ’ smooth talker, that’s what they call me. About a week ago however that all changed as I was coming back from my usual ham on rye lunch I was passing the washrooms and I noticed as Mandy and I crossed paths she gave me an ever so faint but crystal clear wink. A bit startled by this I stopped and looked behind me to see if she had actually done what I quite clearly saw her do, but she was already gone having entered the washroom. After a moments pause I decided to think nothing of it, so I. She sank down on it in one smooth motion. She rode me. It felt heavenly. It was so good and I was so turned on I came far sooner than I would have normally. She then again climbed onto my face. She ordered me to lick her clean. "Lick it all up you dirty little cum slut."She orgasmed on my face for the third time. Once she had cum I expected her to untie me. Instead she went into the bathroom again. When she returned I noticed a small purple strap-on protruding from her legs. I was shocked. It. You wanna play?" I nodded and kept wanking my prick. I would not lose my nerve if I surrendered to my stiff cock.Marnie shuffled and dragged her chair over to me and sat by my left thigh. Helen positioned herself on my right. "Come and suck his cock, Tim." Marnie spoke thickly lost in her own lust. She stared into my eyes. Tim, stood, crossed and knelt between my legs. "You know how long I've waited to see this don't you baby? Marnie stroked Tim's hair." She started to push the back of his head.