“But what were they doing?”“They were fucking you.” I said in a matter of fact way, trying to hide my urge to describe every graphic image.“...o!” Ann pleaded. “I want to know the detail. What were they like – describe them. What did they do to me? What was I doing? What were you doing? Tell me everything so that I can know what you fantasise about.”By now my cock was as stiff as it had ever been. Although Ann was doing an excellent job with her hand, I knew the chance to let her know my fantasy. ‘Fuck my hand Ali!’ Vicky whispered.I felt her fingers move in me and her little finger joined the other three stretching me wide and making me groan. A second finger pushed against my arse and I froze just for a second then pushed against it. I felt it stretch my anus without any pain and slip alongside the first finger in my bum. I began fucking Vicky’s hand again, feeling more of it slip inside me with every thrust backwards. I was panting now and my lower body felt like it was on fire.. Her nails were scratching me all over. I turned her around and held her tightly by the waist from behind, then gently kissed the back of her neck. I was pressing her boobs at the same time.Then I lifted her and carried her to my bedroom. Inside the bedroom, I kissed her and drove my tongue deep in her mouth. She got up and began to remove my shirt and run her hands on my chest. She bent down and licked my nipples. She started staring at my bulge in my shorts.Then my horny neighbour girl. He was, I don't know, condescending, I guess. He acted like Rebecca's site was all that and mine was just a way to work my way into doing this. Then Rebecca decided she wanted to do more than blow him. He got worse after that. He made some bad comments about me in one of the trade mags and ran me down to some producers. Terry returned the favor. Rebecca and I had actually never met until a few months ago. The first time we spent a few minutes together was at a trade show in Vegas. Terry and Pat.