"You're teasing mebaby. Don't push me too far. Remember what happened in the kitchen?"I smiled down at him, moving my hips some more. "How could I for...et, you fuckedmy mouth like an a****l. I remember feeling is slide in and out of my mouth,down my throat. Sucking it harder and harder, swallowing your cum." The wholetime I said this I kept moving against him. His hands kept squeezing my ass.Finally he snapped. Out of nowhere he thrust his hips up and pushed me downhard. I cried out, his hard. O right in front of him. Then when’s Ryan’s eyes scanned the foyer, he saw me naked right behind Mrs. O, he just couldn’t believe what was happening.“How you doing, dude?” I said as we did our handshake.“I’m doing great, now that I’m here. So should I just get naked now?" Ryan answered once he was acclimated to the whole situation.“Oh yes, dear, you definitely should. My pussy is aching to have another cock inside of me,” Mrs. O said when eyeing Ryan’s body.Without any other questions, Ryan. He sighed, as he saw her wonderful back, buttocks and thighs until she disappeared into a room off the corridor. He waited, still apprehensive. The waiting always got worse because he now knew what to expect.Ten minutes or so had ticked away, when she returned, gloves still on her hands and gleaming in the strong overhead light. ?Ready boy?? came the inquiry, his response followed, in the affirmative, of course.Mistress Camille resumed her position off to his left, and two sharp slaps rang out,. “Nothing really changes except you won’t get a big breakfast in the morning”. We headed off to his place and I plunked down my suitcase in my room after we arrived. I wandered out to the living room where Paul and I just talked about old times and drank a few beers. An hour or so later, Paul turned on the TV and explained that he got into the habit of showering in the evening so that there is less congestion in the morning while Becca gets ready and something about the steam and her hair..