She had not taken me in her mouth or sucked me so far but I was already feeling like climbing the wall and pushed to the edge without any tugging or s...cking of my meat cleaver.By now, Jovan was getting impatient on his side of the stall and began bringing the wall down with the bangs of his large hands; as he sent his hard cock to her side from the hole on his side. She chuckled to notice Jovan’s rush, leaving me hanging and turned to service his cock instead. Getting mesmerized by the fat. Usually there were four or five of them, and we all got along fine. While I played the role of host, I was more of a spectator than participant, not really being involved in the activities. Maryanne was in charge of that.As usual, over the next hour or so, Maryanne had stripped for our five guests and taken them each in turn into our bedroom and fucked them. Afterwards, we all sat around in the living room sipping wine and beer, Maryanne wearing a loose bathrobe. At one point one of the guys. He imbibed it with relish, drunk on aftersex and bliss.“I think I love you, babe,” he mumbled.“Oh really?” she purred. “Love me how?”“With all my heart.”Under his body, she seemed to swell at his confession. He was pleased. His arms and legs grew heavy and sleep encroached upon him. Before he gave in to it, he wanted her, needed her, to know.“I love how that sounds, Jared,” she whispered. “Please say it again.”“I love you with all my heart. I’m yours, I think. My heart is yours.”He looked at. When I got back to the mat where I had started my stretches, I sat down and resumed stretching out my muscles. As I leaned forward in my sitting position to stretch my hamstrings, I noticed that my t-shirt kind-of gapped around my neck. I knew that if someone stood in just the right place in front of me, they would be able to look down my shirt and see my breasts. I figured that would be pretty cool, and quite possible because there were several guys walking back and forth in front of me. So, I.