I'll get on that story once I finish this one and win my Pulitzer Prize. I just need proof."Her smile grew. She was having fun with this. "Sorry, but ...ou're not going to get it. Believe me, I have just ONE brain. And I only know ONE Alan Plummer!"He gleefully wrote back, "I don't believe you. But let's settle this once and for all. Just let me fondle your chest heads until I'm satisfied." He stopped writing. Then he went back to the word "fondle" and crossed it out. He replaced it with. After about 10 minutes I sensed him getting tense. I moved my hand just under the large penis head, holding him a little firmly there, used short strokes while I massaged his balls with the other hand and put my mouth over his cock. I flicked the glans with my tongue and never closed my mouth over his penis. In a few seconds he came heavily and shot his load all over my tongue, thick sprays of his cum hit the back of my throat and ran down the insides of my throat. I turned my head to look at. I didn't realize it, but after a minute or two I was pushing back, welcoming both thrusting cocks.**When they were sure I'd relaxed, someone removed the gag and I whorishly accepted a third cock in my mouth, taking it into my throat without protest. I heard a click and buzz every few seconds, but didn't stop to think about it as my pleasure built. A moment later I was cumming. That seemed to spur the other on, and to my relief the guy fucking my ass came a moment later.I was left straining. I wondered if this was normal for Kim or was she sending some special message. And who was that messaged meant for?The weekend was fun, we made it to the park, the mall, had hamburgers at a drive-in. It was good for all three of us. I had almost gotten used to all the flesh Kim was showing. Karen and I would roll our eyes and wink as Kim flashed her wares and the men all took it in. When Kim was in the rest room I hugged Karen and said, "Hon, maybe you could suggest Kim dress a little less.