”Leon’s request for me to reach into his front pocket seemed quite normal to me, especially since I had seen him struggling with those parts for s... long. So, I stood slightly behind and to the left of him and reached into his pocket with my left hand. I noticed as I was moving my hand around in his pocket, trying to locate the tweezers that I felt through the material a warm and very thick object running down his left thigh, and it had to be his cock.I was a little embarrassed at touching his. "You know what! I'm imagining Tiger fucking me, driving into me, right on one of the sofas in the living room, where everyone can see! Mmmm! My legs are splayed out wide, a thousand miles wide, as wide as they can get, so he can pound me deep! So deep! Hard and fast and DEEP! He's fucking the SHIT out of me! Oh, and he's kneading my breasts too, making me scream his name at the top of my lungs!" She sighed blissfully. "Aaaah!"Xania asked with a tinge of frustration, not to mention lusty envy,. Billy gave us a nice big drink of vodka, which I love, and I sat down on the couch wondering how I am going to handle these 3 guys. Billy asked me how I enjoyed the last time I was there and answered him, “I loved it.” Billy asked if I am uncomfortable with 3 of the here. I said no. With that, Billy sat down on one side of me and Mark on the other side. Rick and Jim were sitting in a couple of recliners. I asked Billy to give me a joint so I could relax more. While smoking the joint I slid down. Opening the old dark brown door at the bottom, he went in.“Hi! Great!” A shout of welcome greeted him from one of the group of twenty or so men inside the room. He knew quite a few of them by sight but none by name. In one corner, a half-dozen men were sitting huddled closely together, talking intently. The youngest in the group was sitting wide-eyed, obviously fascinated by what was being said. Stephen thought he recognised him. It took him awhile to work out who it was. Jim — what was his.