It was VJ calling me again. I very cautiously answered the call.Me: “Hey hi.”VJ: “Hi, where are you?”Me: “I am at my home. Where are you?”...J: “I need a help. Will you do it?”Me: “What kind of help!”VJ: “I am with two of my friends”Me: “OK. So?”VJ: “Today is one of the guys’ birthday. And we are coming to you now.”Me: “What? Wait. You mean you want me to suck all three of you?”VJ: “I am unable to hear you.”Me: “So, don’t bring them to my house. It’s risky for me. Please. I can’t trust everyone.. He was at least two inches taller than Dick's six feet, and weighed in the neighborhood of 220 pounds -- and it was a lean 220 pounds at that. A grey mustache cut a thin line across his lips. All in all, Sue thought as she stared at him in open admiration, he cuts a dashing figure... like something out of a liquor ad or a suspense film about Scotland Yard. He, like his wife, exuded an animallike sensuality. Side by side, the Morgan couple definitely would be attention-getters, even in a crowd. They had survived one good storm already but nothing like a full blown hurricane. He was so deep in thought, Em had to yell three times as she approached to get his attention. He looked up to see her within fifty yards and struggling to carry the heavy turtle shell full of clams. He got up quickly and ran to her to relieve her of her burden. ‘Oh, thank god, my arms were about to break,’ Em exclaimed as John took the turtle shell filled with clams. ‘Wow, someone had a good clamming run,’ John. I felt as I could reach out and touch them. My breathing quickened as did theirs. I watched as his hands fell to her perfect tight ass. He slightly lifted her from under each ass cheek, she stood on her tip toes. He reached lower and separated her thighs as he did this, rubbing their clothed sex against each other. She responded, grabbing his ass and pulling him tight, feeling his stiffness beneath his pants. His lips went to her ear and her neck, her head fell back to the side, her eyes still.