It was cold though, the coldest he could remember in hislifetime and, according to everyone who could remember,almost as cold as the bad winter in the...early eighties.Andrew didn't care about the history of the local weatherat this point, what he cared about was the fact that theheater in the little Ford Fiesta wasn't working properly.Unless he put his foot down, to check the estate at the topof the village properly would take at least fifteenminutes.***Chaos settled on the small village and. "Oh, My God! Glen!!" I heard as my heart sank. Dropping the flowers to the floor, I turned around and slunk into the kitchen.As I popped the top of a cold beer with my shaking hands, I could hear them frantically running around in the bedroom.To say my head was spinning would be an understatement. Rochelle was truly the love of my life. I had no clue how to handle this. I wasn't even mad. I was hurt—the kind of hurt you can't even put into words.I sat down and took a big sip, trying to relieve. Jennifer did that three more times before she told me that it was my turn to be on top.I’m not going to be on top, but your butt is going to be on the sink.Having found that sinks in many bathrooms matched to my height, and length of my dick, I had her butt on the cold porcelain. She could only take six inches of my dick, which made the sink perfect for me to fuck up into her and not have her needing to be on her back. Jennifer found that she didn’t mind Shelly touching her. Shelly was playing. Steven moaned and seemed to melt against me. “I can’t wait to feel you inside me!” he said. It was too much to take. I pushed him down on his bed and pressed my face between his ass cheeks and tasted his sweet, tight little hole. Now I was the one moaning! I gripped his cheeks with my hands, pulling him wide open, I ran my tongue along his hairless opening. My lust was boiling over! I lowered my pants, I didn’t even wait to take them off. I couldn’t wait. I spit in my hand and rubbed it on my.