"Do ye think ye want to be tryin' one of them little mysteries of the Orient we got in Havana on her, Twat?" the Captain asked.He could see Twat's vig...rous nodding so he went and one of the small vibrating butt plugs they'd bought, brought it over, lubed it well and handed it to her.He watched, his hand once more on his cock, as Twat slowly and cautiously eased it into Mounds' ass. Once it was fully in, she turned it on 'low'.Margo floated in a sea of sweaty sensuality. Never had her body felt. How do you think I feel?" And all this time Christie was letting her hand glide up and down my cock. I was trapped, in an awkward, but sexually stimulating way. Bev was still kneeling between my legs eye level with my cock. Her daughter had my cock in hand and had pulled the towel off her head. She smiled at me, her wet hair falling around her face. She had all the cuteness and untapped sexuality of someone her age. She continued stroking, her face getting closer to mine. I thought for one last. I was to remember to be very nice to the people in there, as he knew them personally. He told me to knock on the door, and when they answer say 'Bob-A-Job would u like me to do anything for you'. I headed up the path, knocked and said what I was told to. The lady-of-the-house that answered the door, who was a chubby but not un-pretty 50 something with a mammoth set of breasts, said 'Certainly come in to the sitting room, you handsome young thing you, don’t u look tasty in your uniform'.We. You turn your hand upwards, and find that oh-so-sensitive spot on the upper wall of my canal. You wiggle your fingers over it and it is not long until we both feel the familiar rush of warm fluid seep from my body. Only now, are you willing to enter me with your glorious cock. You position yourself between my legs, and your erect manhood, at the entrance to my silky wet folds. Gently, you press yourself forward, until you are in me all the way. Only then, do you begin to thrust, gently,.