Sounded like she was getting strangled or something.My thoughts were racing.I silently entered the house and made my way to the stairs.Inside the nois...s were louder.There was a trail of the bitches clothes up the stairs.On step one,her shoe.Step two a stocking quickly followed by another,then her bra,panties and a pair of mens trousers.As i reached the landing I could now hear the mans voice loud and clear."You fucking whore",he was saying,but his voice sounded strained as if he was out of. With the complete shaft now devoid of cream she just as slowly made it all disappear into her mouth. Allowing me to savor the wonderful feeling of her familiar hot mouth she just as slowly pulled back. Smiling sweetly at me she allowed me to be passed onto the woman next to her who greedily got her ration of cream delivered in the same way. After the third mouth I had been in in quick succession I could feel the tension building. There is nothing I'd liked to have done more than to squirt my. I watched as his reflected fingers moved over my exposed flesh, softly and tenderly, toying with my tummy and navel before the fingers of his right hand began to insinuate themselves into the back of my panties.A moment later his left had joined it. The rough warmth of his palms was on my bare bony buttocks, cupping and squeezing them as they had my boobs, his fingers tracing the soft crease at the top of my thighs before sliding around the front to my pubic mound.I could feel lubrication. The 5 o’clock shadow only made the ‘wild man’ look complete. Of course the bare chest and loincloth helped to cement the wild man look, too. A Greek God out of one of her wildest fantasies, which she usually only shared with her removable shower head, was carrying her towards God knew where and all she could think about was how beautiful the man was. Sweet Jesus, has it been that long? I’m letting some wild man carry me off to who knows where and all I can think about is if his upper lip tastes.