I position myself, spitting saliva into my hand and rubbing it onto my cock and finger his asshole for a few minutes. I cannot help notice his wedding...ring and wonder if his wife is aware of her husband's fixation for American boys. I don't give the issue much thought and I slip my cock between that expansive ass. I have to play blind man's bluff a few moments before I find hi asshole and thrust it in just an inch or so. He lets out a little cry that sounds dinstinctly girlish. It will not be. I looked over to Ron, and he was just staring at me, put his hand on the side of my neck and leaned in to start kissing me. After that, things moved quickly, both of them stood up in front of me, and pulled my head towards their cock, their towels on the floor. Ron start rubbing his hardening cock on my closed mouth. Then Ben grabs my hair and pulls my face over to him. I let out a gasp when he did that, and he was the first to push his cock in. But they both kept sharing, pulling me. She wanted to get an idea of who would check her out. She even decided that she would find reasons to bend over, both forward and backward, giving the guys a view of her breasts and her ass. And for an added bonus, she would move her stool from behind the podium so her legs would be in plain view. “Ok class let’s get started with chapter eight.” Marlena said. She immediately started with her plan, bending over to pick up a marker that she had dropped. Accidentally, of course. And sure enough. Steve eased his finger into my arse very slowly up to the knuckle. I looked down at him doing it, i couldn't beleive i was enjoying, let alone letting a guy who seemed so much older doing it to me. It seemed as though I was in a dream somehow. Watching someone pushing and pulling their finger out of my hole like that, and the fact that it felt good, was incredible to me. I took some more poppers and enjoyed the feeling. Steve took the oppertunity to push one more finger in my arse. Once he had.