I bet youd find some way to fuck up fucking if he didnt do the work himself! Shellie laughed and shot back at her. NO WAY! she said deter idly, I kno... how to fuck! I could fuck him so hard he couldnt even stand the next day. Yea… right… Shellie brushed off her sisters defiant boast offhandedly. Oh, yea! Watch! Lauren then with steel in her eyes moved to straddle my lap and take my semi-soft cock, still slick from her sucking me off and rub it against her outer virginal lips. I wasnt very . When the story stops, you are allowed to carry on thinking. If you are incapable of thought, go and find some pictures of women with computer-aided tits.1998It was late afternoon when I rang the doorbell of Naismith's period cottage in Sussex. His battered and dusty four-wheel drive vehicle was outside, negligently parked with one wheel run up on to the rockery. For a long while there was no reply, although the bell jangled loudly enough to rouse the dead. I was preparing to scribble a note and. Good girl, I say, as Pam slithers up Kelly's body and kisses her crazily.I watch them make out sloppily, passionately, like I'm not even there. So, I get out of bed, drop my shorts, remove my shirt and walk around the bed until I'm standing over them making out. I begin stroking my cock, nice and slow. Pam notices first, then Kelly. My turn, I say.Get on your knees in front of me. They both do as they're told and I continue stroking jerking off. Lean back, I tell them-- and they do, backs. He felt so warm, smelled so good, and he looked even better. He was sleeping so peacefully that I decided to stay put.I nuzzled his cheek with my forehead, he stirred and smiled sleepily then drifted back into slumber after squeezing me even tighter. I could smell his scent wafting from his armpits, his neck and the mingled scents of our manhood from underneath the sheets. I ignored my throbbing insides and fell asleep.Later that day we went for a swim. The cool water soothed my wrecked bum..