As he scrubs away Chris says to the Ladies, "I got to be in by 9PM but I have really enjoyed it" Both girls smile. "Your more than welcome sweetheart,...nice to see that we have a nice bunch next door." Daz starts to make a noise as he loads coals into the bag. Dust starts rising. Stacey makes the killer suggestion, "aint you gonna get that over your new boxers?" she asks. Daz sighs "I fucking hate doing this." With all of us looking Daz starts to pull off his boxers and places them on the back. Her idea was to get to know each other first.The lunch went well, I found out we shared a passion for live theatre, live concerts of all kinds of music (rap and hip-hop excluded) and running. I also found out that Stacy had not been in a relationship for almost a year, and that one was over because the “Asshole couldn’t keep it in his pants.”I told her that I also had a large music collection mostly pop (not rock) and swing era vocals. I also explained that I am an avid reader with a collection. “I love to watch your cock when I do this,” she said. Then she scraped her pussy back and forth across my face. She bent forward, leaning on my chest as she watched my cock wave and bob in the air. Mistress Angela loves to tease me until my cock oozes precum and she does it until it runs down and coats most of my cock. Finally she decided she was ready for something else and she wiggled until her pussy lips spread across my mouth and her clit touched my tongue. “Use your tongue and take your. I did relax some and John’s slow, careful fuck strokes eased himself a little further into my insides. The pain was tolerable because I so wanted him inside me. I breathed deeply again and soon John’s gentle fuck strokes became more forceful and I in spite of feeling overwhelmed and realized my lover was now getting quite a ways inside me. When his lips met mine again and as he paused I relaxed. I was being fucked and the pain was ebbing and even tolerable. Each fuck stroke found me.