He used it when he was learning to skate and didn’t want to bring it home, so I put it up in my room. I’m going to do the same here.”“Your Eng...ish is excellent!” Kara said.“Thanks. I tried to practice as much as I could before I came. We take it for seven years in school, and a lot of our TV is in English with subtitles. Steve likes to speak Swedish with me so he can practice. He’s still pretty good at it.”“Let’s get your stuff out to the car,” I said.I went to push the cart, but Stephanie. All week I had been fantasizing about these two fit young guys and seeing them walk up to my back patio shirtless, wearing some loose shorts my cock hardened up immediately.I welcome the guys in to my house and they both commented on my jockstrap. Jockstraps are not an Aussie thing at all, maybe they are more of an American thing. I told the guys that the jockstrap would give them easier access when fucking me. There was nervous laughter. Before pouring us all a drink I reminded them of my. Taking my finger out of my pussy, I put it into my mouth. "Mmmm, baby I taste so good. Wouldn't you like to have some?"He got on the floor, sitting between my legs and began teasing my pussy. He was running his tongue along the inside of my lips, but didn't touch my clit. It was driving me crazy. He then started tongue fucking me. Reaching down, I spread my pussy open as wide as I could. "Please baby," I moaned. "My clit needs your tongue." He licked and nibbled my clit like he had never done. Our lips met.There was no build-up, no moment of tenderness. We crashed together like forces of nature, our lips biting and pulling and sucking at any point of contact in a feverish desire for each other. I brought a hand to her tit and squeezed through her shirt, as my other hand found her pussy and began to drive my fingers inside of her. The hand that she had on my cock began pumping madly as the other raced through my hair and down my back, dragging nails in desperation. I could feel my.