Last night, the four girls got together in one bedroom, and hammered out who was going to be with Trevor, in what sequence, and for how long. Apparent...y there was a lot of giggling going on during that, but they settled it amicably. It seems they tossed for turns, then agreed on half an hour for each girl with him. It was back to the coin tossing to see who would get to sleep with him for the rest of the night; then there was an argument about getting another turn with him in the morning. That. He allowed instinct to take over, his tongue pressed up into the damp lips that started to grind on his mouth while pressing his shaft into the dripping pussy. He could feel both women grinding themselves on him, covering him with their juices. His body was so electrified by the blindfold, unable to feast his eyes on his assailants, yet feeling their being through every nerve. Then they were gone once more. He about yelled his frustration when he heard a commotion along one side of the bed.. We sold up, divided everything two ways and went on our merry way. Our sex life was good and regular but a little boring. We stuck to the same three positions – missionary, her on top and spooning. I’d give her oral but she wasn’t that keen on going down on me and her facial expression when she was blowing me put me off asking for it! I’ve never needed more than four hours of sleep a night and often found myself up late alone. One night when I was bored and horny I found myself looking for. The male was short and stocky, his large sagging belly covered in hair drooped over his crotch completely obscuring his shriveled little penis. He belonged in draft horse work, pulling a cart, or plow. Of the two other females, one was in her thirties or early forties and bore the telltale signs of having borne children. Stretch marks covered her belly and sagging tits. Otherwise, she looked pretty good. The other was dumpy looking, with short legs, wide birthing hips, and short mousy brown.