.. You have to know ... He hurt Janey ... And me..."She was speaking in gasps. I shushed her, bringing my lips to hers. She stayed right there in my f...ce, resting her forehead on mine, her nose smashed against mine. I traced her lips with my tongue, tasting myself on her. In many ways, this felt more intimate than fucking her."Gary, the bastard, was my last boyfriend before you, about four years ago," she said, when she had calmed down a bit.I did the math in my head. Janey had been ten or. It was is a work of fantasy and involves twelve guys. My first orgy was amazing but this fantasy of mine is something I would love to fulfill one day ... soon.I always fantasied about being fucked by the group of guys wearing nothing but speedos, and that fantasy recently came true when I was invited to this party by a guy I met online. His name was Rob, he was a forty-five years old sales executive. From the photos on his online profile, Rob was hot. He was well built and stocky, tanned with. “Oh god yes, fuck me.” She begged, as she felt each trust of my brother’s hard cock fill her desperate, cheating pussy.My aching cock could take no more and I felt my pants fill with burst after burst of warm cum and I suddenly realised that it was a matter of time before they’d see me and I quietly made my way back to bed. I waited there for another hour and forty minutes before I heard Natasha slowly open the door, undress and slip into bed with her back to me. The aroma was fantastic, a. A small grasp of my breast when his father is only in the next room seemed acceptable. I did not initiate it but I did not deny my son anything, I could not! He would stand behind me and grind his hardness into the crack of my ass as both his hands grappled my covered chest. His lips whispering his love for me into my ear between licks of his tongue on my neck.Even at the height of our sexual marriage, my husband and I never acted this way - he never felt the desire to touch his willing wife so.