.. and that you’d never been with a woman.”Pam nodded. “True, but I’m trying to change ... to broaden my horizons. So is Trish. That’s most ...f what we talked about all afternoon ... what we’d do, how we’d feel doing it, how we’d feel afterwards, what you’d think of us, what you’d do to us, and more. We want to be together and to be with you.”I turned to Trish. My look asked for validation.Trish nodded, “Please. We may never do this again, although right now I can’t wait to do whatever we’re. Think it’s great when your suspicions are vindicated? read on and judge for yourself. I had enough of all the bullshit,so one day I bunked off work early (I had bad guts),and drove home. I parked in the next street along from our’s and crept up our path towards the back of the house. As I approached the back door I could hear noises from our bedroom above. Sounded like she was getting strangled or something. My thoughts were racing. I silently entered the house and made my way to the stairs.. You're strapped into a sex swing. There are at least twenty football players in the massive recreation room with you. All naked and stroking their cocks, their hungry eyes on you making you shiver. Seamus says, "The rules are, if she says stop everyone stops. No punching, no choking unless she asks you to, no one cums in her pussy but me, pull out then cum on her. Any questions?" One of the guys asks, "What's her name?" Seamus answers, "For now it's slut." Seamus approaches you. His fingers. . . like copulation. Like they were joined. Yes---joined---like in sexual intercourse. That was it. More like they were copulating rather than just mouthfucking.Sig fucked him for nearly a half hour while stopping at times to keep from cumming. And Brynn watched in the mirror and reveled in the reflection of that lusty older old man practically bent over him while slow-humping his head. In time, Sig's breathing went faster and his cock felt harder and it was apparent that the man was.