Wes heard Bill's pants whisper as they were pulled down. He felt the heat of Bill's body, felt the burning heat of Bill's cock pressed between his but...ocks. Bill pulled away for a fraction of a second, and Wes knew what was coming. The hot touch of Bill's cock pushed against Wes's sphincter. He wanted to cringe, but he couldn't move. All resistance left Wes as Bill pushed the head of his cock in. Wes felt himself draining away, washing out of his body as that hard dick rudely pushed its way. “You,d seen me in the locker room in p,e,!” Angie retorted. “That,s different with thirty other girls undressed altogether!” Sarah argued. “You Didn,t turn away when I started kissing you though, did you.?” Angie laughed and kissed my wifeon the mouth. As Angie kissed her she boldly cupped her large titties through the material of her sweater taking her by surprise. Before my wife could react Angie began to lift the sweater over Sarah,s head and exposed her bra encased boobs. She reached behind. Then the final thrusts came. Deep and hard. "Take,that,seed,boy"! The first squirt had come. So deep inside my belly, I couldn't help moan under my voice "Breed me"! More came. Emptying the full amount into my willing hole. He stayed inside me for a few minutes, making sure my hole was well plugged. Both happy that I'd taken my first seed, they both knew I wasn't finished with yet. I still had another load to take. The guy I'd been sucking off now wanted to dump his load into my belly. He laid. Joints, especially the small ones in the hands and feet, were more delicate than wannabe tough guys like them thought. A quick stomp or smack caused both thugs to flinch in pain, and caused a reflexive desire to shield that injury from further harm. An elbow to the jaw followed by a kick to the face soon after, and both were down on the ground. Maybe not down for the count, but Jeremy was always a “style over substance” kind of guy when it came to the delinquents he employed. All he cared about.