That was okay, but being regarded as "one of the lads" kind of annoyed me, to be honest. I mean, I was twenty-five, slim, sexy,or so I was told, with ...houlder length, light brown hair, and small but sexy tits. Maybe not big and bouncy, but certainly not "a lad". They treated me friendly enough, smiles and greetings, but always a little restrained, like they were on their best behavior. As for my being female, a peck on the cheek as they came off the field, or an occasional pat on the bum,. Instinctively, I held my mouth open wide and covered my teeth with my lips as Mary pushed my head down again and again on the cock.The second stranger in my ass must have loved the show as his pace had increased already and the smacking sound of his hips against my ass filled the lounge. Mistress Mary let go of my head and both of the seated stranger's hands came down around my head. Holding me still, he began to buck his hips slightly, fucking me in the face. I looked up to see him but was. My wife was babysitting for Jack, and in just minutes, she'd be greeting him at the door. I'd done my best to convince her to spread her legs for him and now feared I'd succeeded. If so, other than my six-inch dick, she'd be taking the first cock of her life. I was excited and happy for her, but having serious doubts about what it might do to our relationship. What if she found his cock as irresistible; like I, a straight man, just did? Would she need it more than mine; I worried. I convinced. One of them, Megan, hung around a little longer and asked her questions about her hosiery and bra size. Jenny told her about Ted's gifts. Jenny noticed that Megan might have potential as a model and so she called her aside. "Here, these are some vitamins that my uncle is giving me. They've given me so much energy! If you're really interested in how Reina and I look, call me after a few days if you want more of these."Megan accepted Jenny's gift and drifted off."She is certainly a looker,".