He pushed to deep into my mouth causing me to gag and grabing my hair he slowly started to pump my throat with the tip of his cock. The other guy was ...ow grabbing my balls and pulling on them making the stretch.My skirt was round my waist by now and i must have been leaking like a tap. The guy in my mouth was satrting to really pound away and I kept gaging I had spit leaking from my noseI had no real warning but then then started to fill my mouth and throat with his hot spunk. I could hardly. I built and floated my first boat before I was a teenager. But, I wasn’t good out of the water. I had graduated school and was flopping around with three part time jobs. I still hadn’t cracked the redhead up the road. This was in the old days when women wore some type of medieval torture contraption made of rubber. I managed to get my hand down in the prime moist area but the girdle won, my hand got trapped and went asleep. My hand became a limp sleeping loser. I didn’t wash it for a week. One. She squirmed around wildly on my prick, her body shuddering in orgasm, her pussy quivering and spasming wildly, sucking and milking greedily at my throbbing cock, draining my balls into her eager, hungry tightness. I let the eager tightness pull every drop from me, then I flopped down next to her. We were both gasping, letting the sensory rush of orgasm ebb slowly away.I saw her reach down, slipping three fingers into her candy box, swirling them around, then pulling them out, they were. I went to my office to catch up on some more work and pack a few more boxes for the move.Simone's first indication that things were different came at dinner. She came flouncing into the dining room in a filmy negligee, more appropriate for a seduction scene in an XXX-rated video than the dinner table, although, in her defense, she was actually over dressed for what had been considered acceptable prior to this.She got a funny look on her face when she saw the change in the seating arrangements.