A couple of veins ran down the length of the cylindrical shaft. His lightly furry sac held two large testicles and hung low between his meaty thighs."...ou're so big, Ben."My hand was shaking as I reached for him. I wrapped my hand around it, unable to touch my thumb with my fingers. It was warm and silky soft, but hard as steel at the same time. I slowly stroked it up and down, producing a loud groan from my Ben. The foreskin allowed my hand to glide easily. I watched in fascination as the skin. Sadly, I am way over excited and cum quickly. Too quickly. It’s been awhile. Trooper that she is, she swallows it all and milks my cock dry with her hand and mouth. She gets up and gets between Paul’s legs. She kneels and takes him into her mouth. She soon establishes a steady rhythm of bobbing up and down on his cock. Paul’s eyes are closed and his head is resting on the back of the couch pointed at the ceiling. I get off the couch and kneel beside her. I place my left hand on the cheek of her. I pressed myself against him, as his other hand moved up my bare thigh, under my skirt, stroking the front of my panties, then urgently pushing them to one side. I gasped, leaning further into him as his fingers parted my labia, then slipped right up inside my slippery tight vagina. I felt them curving inside me, tickling my soft spongy walls. “Oh fuck, I want you too,” I whispered desperately, “Come on, there’s that little park over the road.” Clinging together, we scuttled across the road. He treated her like a lady and she liked men who were inclined that way toward her.It was 4am on a Friday morning as she took off the mens coveralls she wore. Ludmilla grumbled something in Russian about her smelling like a sewer. She carefully tossed the material into a Hefty bag and tied it tightly after using a half bottle of Clorax to disguise the smell. She was satisfied with the night's work that one of Gorgan's goons was trained to do. Vasiliy Hilth or something like that. The man was.