We were both very excited about the idea, but more than a little apprehensive about taking this step; but I suggested we telephone and see if we could...attend just as spectators to get an idea what they were actually like, and more importantly, see if this sort of thing suited us both. The nerves and fear were there. The lady had to phone of course, and when Lisa rang believe it or not, she rang the wrong number. This poor fellow must have wondered what this lunatic was talking about, and I was. It was soft and little so I could tell it was the twink's hand and not the hockey player. I started to feel some warm breath on my ass as the twink inched his face closer and closer to my hole. He hesitantly licked it. I'm not sure if he was trying to emulate what I had done to him by teasing his hole or if he was just genuinely afraid to rim me, but this twink seemed not at all confident in his rimming. His tongue barely grazed my hole. It seemed that he was much more interested in my low. Then in, then out, then in and out again. Then again and again. Her whimpers and groans becoming louder with each plunge. She grips the blanket tightly in both fists and screams, when she feels two fingers pushing deep into her and pulling outward, stretching her asshole to unknown widths and holding it spread. Then a third finger was pushing in and out, massaging her, extending her. She rasps, as I remove my fingers and I quickly spring up atop her onto her back. She feels the hardness of my. I wanted to get the cum soaked one off quickly. I slid the spaghetti straps off my shoulders and realized from the mirror that there was a lot of light streaming in from the street through the window and onto me. I thought about being modest and realized that the cum on my back was beginning to get cold from the cool air and both men in the room were sound asleep. I quickly slipped the gown from my chest and hips and dropped it to the floor. All that was left was my thong and damn! That was.