A ‘girl’ didn’t moan like that. A ‘girl’ didn’t reach back to grab my hip with one hand, digging her fingernails into my flesh and letting...out a desperate shriek as she tried to pull me deeper into her. A ‘girl’ didn’t whisper ‘please, please, please, please’ like I was holding a gun to her head and not fucking her would be as bad as pulling the trigger. A ‘girl’ didn’t sob uncontrollably and shiver as I I placed my hands on her hips and slowly pulled my cock from her inch by agonizing inch. About an hour or two later I woke up realizing my wife wasn't in bed, padding out of the room I went into our spare room to see my wife still there bathing Rebecca’s head at times with the washcloth and yawning. Smiling I leaned down kissing her head and told her I would take a turn. She smiled gratefully at me and stood stretching, then slipped out of the room to get some shut eye.Sitting back in the chair I yawned and woke up some more as I heard Rebecca thrashing around, completely drunk and. .well it seems something was missing.”Holly said as she twirled Mags hair around her finger. “You know what I think. I think you fucked the wrong partner. How would you feel about another little test babe?”Mags asked“Really? And you would be ok with it?”“So long as it happens here and no one else knows about it. That’s all I ask”“Oh my god, why are you so good to me”Holly said with excitement.“Hang on, he hasn’t agreed yet, but I think I can convince him”Mags said with a devilish grin.I arrived. Again, Ricky was startled as he had never kissed another man before in his life nor had he even considered it. For a moment, he just stood there limply and kept his eyes wide open while Ricky was kissing him and shoving his tongue right into his mouth. Then he let out a yelp when Johnny reached down and grabbed Ricky’s ass with both hands. Per the director’s request, they were wearing no underwear underneath the boxing shorts they were wearing. Ricky could feel his still-limp cock rubbing.