At one point my nose was buried deep between her lips and I could smell nothing else but her scent of sexual arousal. Her juices flowed and covered my...nose and flowed into my mouth like honey from a hive. When she finished, she moved off my face and took her turn on my pecker. The girl who was riding me now lowered herself onto my face. The scent of her arousal was different than the first girl’s. It was muskier, perhaps from riding on my pecker. It wasn’t unpleasant, just different and I. I was so fucking turned on with these two men fucking me at the same time, as the cock in my mouth grew it went further in and I had to adjust myself so he could keep fucking my face and his cock would slide in and out of my throat. This had to be the filthiest thing that I had ever done in my entire life, (well with a man that is.) In a way it reminded me of the time in the park where I met Mary, Bill, Tom and Victor after my time in the restroom playing around in that place with another. Another dream, with the creature of the night hovering above my quiescent body.Again, I felt like crying out, but once more I was restrained. Its tits where forced into my face and the expectation was I would use them. Suck upon them. I did, and gladly. I was completely aroused and ready. I didn't understand my complete abandonment of all qualms, but I was ready and needing what was presented to me. In my dream I was fondling it breasts and then jerking and twisting and pinching, as the. While it was quite unlikely, he really wanted to check it out. And while this bathtub was not quite a swimming pool, it was more than he expected. Now that they got here and the basin turned out to be real, Pete and Yann exchanged glances and smiled. It was only an hour earlier, after a short conversation during closing up, that they decided it was a perfect day for a roof expedition and that a gossip about a swimming pool deserves to be validated. "I wouldn't call it a swimming pool," laughed.