She was really working him over. All the poor guy could do was moan and squirm. “Let’s be fair about this.” Reese said. He picked her up and lai... her on the couch. As he slid his cock back down her throat, he leaned forward and stuck his tongue in her throbbing pussy. She squealed as he made contact with her erect clitoris. The more Reese licked her labia, the louder she moaned. I guess gargling would be a better description, since, with her mouth full of cock, only sporadic noises could. Jose was a tall slim guy, in his fifties and divorced. He had silver hair, immaculately combed and he was dressed very swarthy in a light suit and shirt. He was very dishy indeed.His friend looked a little older, maybe in his early sixties, and was a bit on the shorter side, but he was very muscular, and it turned out he was a retired gym instructor. He had jet black hair and a small goatee beard, not my favorite look but handsome in a very rugged way.We met and chatted, with both guys giving. Your fingers start to enter my pussy. Allowing me to have my orgasm, and the wetness of my ecstasy excites you even further. But still you do not enter me. Instead, you kiss along me body. My neck and shoulders. Pausing to suck my nipple. Kissing further and further, down my leg, up my other leg, and then you put your mouth on my pussy. I can feel your tongue on my clit. I can feel the ecstasy increase more and more. Until I can no longer take it and I cry out your name, and beg for you to give. But I did secure the boys' promise to help me move--in exchange for pizza afterward and a trip to see Dude, Where's My Car the weekend following.By the morning of December 27, I had all my books, clothes, kitchenware, and other loose items packed and ready to go. I rented a small U-Haul truck, picked up the boys, and we were on our way. It didn't take all that long to load my stuff into the truck, and by 2:00, we were pulling away. The Vida Libre chapter of my life had ended.As I was walking.