Shango had on numerous occasions shared her with a couple of his friends; she had gotten accustomed to being double-penetrated and she thoroughly enjo...ed it. Her best moment for her was always looking forward to when anyone got to cum down her throat. She had her tongue lowered and her throat open and ready to receive the instant the man’s cock spurted semen into her mouth.“Ahhh . . . Agghhh!” the man groaned repeatedly. The only part of him that moved was his hips still thrusting his pelvis. Yes, Tiffany's meetings with Mr. Johnson made Jenny nervous.What also bewildered Jenny was Tiffany's appearance each and every time she returned from one of those meetings. She just didn't look right. Her lipstick was smudged and her hair disheveled. But it was more than that. She often walked funny and one time Jenny thought she saw mayonnaise on the corner of her mouth. Were they having lunch in his office? Wouldn't that be showing favoritism?But as bad as Tiffany looked after each meeting,. He tried to say "Hi, Anne," but all that came out was a croak. Anne whirled around, eyes wide at the unexpected intrusion. She'd clearly been concentrating on something, and was taken aback at being disturbed. She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything Stan blurted out,"Happy birthday, Anne. I got you a little something."Anne's mouth closed with an audible clomp. Her eyes narrowed, then her face cleared as she realized that Stan was holding something out to her in his right. I start to rub it from side to side but I'm already so sensitive and turned on, that I realise it won't take much before I bring myself to orgasm. Instead, I push my fingers past and thrust them deep into myself, feeling for the rough wall of my g-spot. I close my eyes as I thrust in and out rhythmically, my breath becoming more laboured. My left hand keeps fingering my nipples, my right fingers pump in and out of me and every now and then my thumb grazes over my clit sending more thrills.