I told her about the survey and she agreed to take it.She brought me some juice to have while i was checking her out from bottom to top. I started ask...ng questions, she was answering them frankly. She was feeling shy and was laughing with every question. When I asked her”How many times she have sex every month/week?”, she didn’t reply and became sad. I went and sat next to her on the sofa and started asking her “what happened?”. She said her husband was too busy and tired to have sex and she. He smiled and then chuckled. "Dude, what the fuck. Who was that? Why are you leaving me...like this." Derek squeezed his cock and pre-cum leaked from the tip. "No fucking way," he told Derek. Jon was conflicted. He didn't owe either man anything but his damn emotions were all tangled up with his desires. One guy obviously wanted to be fucked, bad. The other wanted to own him, totally. Jon didn't know who to choose. Did he have to? Leaning forward he licked the tip of Derek's cock. "Ahh.". Eds tongue felt as big as his cock as it wrestled with my tonsils. One of his hands was now unbuttoning my dress, exposing my lacy black underwear and black hold up stockings for them. My eyes were like saucers, as Garys pants were now around his ankles and his cock pointed at me. It looked about the same length as Robs, but was much, much fatter. My turn! he told Ed. Ed stepped back and was immediately replaced by his friend. Garys cock prodded at my tiny black G-string, as he slid his own. "If he knew what a hot little piece of ass you are, he'd have you knocked up higher than a kite!" Please, please stop! Why are you doing this to me?" I cried."Well, it might be that I'm a nice guy who knows you're a horny little slut who isn't getting the hard dirty sex you need from my respectful little brother." His fingers in my cunt had me on the verge of orgasm. I could hardly think. "I mean, that's what you are, right Katie? A slut? Would a cool career woman and proper wife be just about.