We specialize in pleasing women your age.They are both tall, spunky looking men, scrubbed, toned and as I soon learnt, tanned all over, dressed in tig...t jeans and t-shirts.“Did you have anything special in mind?,” Chris asks as he shrugs off his shirt and James follows. “We were hoping we could have swaps. We want to be licked to orgasm and then fucked by each of you while we watch each other being pleasured,” Jan ventures as she has their full attention as they both drop their jeans leaving. You spring up with new life and shove your ass in my direction, standing off the side of the bed with one leg propped up. You lay your face in the sheets and reach back to spread your cheeks again. I grab my throbbing cock, find it slick and dripping from all the excitement, and slide it deep inside you without hesitation. Your head kicks up in front of me and I feel your hips push back sternly. I grab you by the hair with one hand, and by the hip with the other, slamming into you again,. ” He take a nibble at my ear lobe making my body tremble with desire. I can feel myself getting closer. Still cupping and pulling on one nipple with his hand, I watch as his other hand slides down over my stomach and reaches inside the waistband of my pants. I feel his fingers come in contact with my clit and I close my eyes as I have my first orgasm. “Open those beautiful eyes,” he says, “I want you to see everything that I am going to do to you.” All I can do it moan as he slides his hands. Britney pressed forward, stepping into the house. “Hello?” she asked.“Britney?” the pained voice of Mr. D'Angelo called.“Yes,” she shouted. “Where are you?”“Bedroom.” His voice was hoarse. “Hurry.”Britney sprang into action, her slippers slapping on the hardwood floors. She reached the stairs and ran up them. Her nose wrinkled. Something burned, like charred meat. Her heart hammered in her chest.Mr. D'Angelo screamed in pain.“What's happening?” she shouted as she raced faster, passing the.