" I cried in pleasure of orgasm.My fingernails dug into his back. Juices pouring from my pussy coated his cock and dripped from his balls. I could fee... my pussy juices running over my asshole too. He continued stroking into my wet pussy. He could have felt my pussy clench his cock each time he buried it inside my pussy. My orgasm didn't seem to end. It just went on and on with varying degrees of intensity.We flipped over so that I was on top. I propped myself up with my hands on his shoulders. But you know I can't take you up on that. As much as I'd like to, you know I can't take you up on anything. It just wouldn't be right."And she shocked me."But Mr. D. I'm not gonna say anything to anyone. I mean, it's not like we'd have to do anything. Not, well, uh, unless you wanted to. We could just hang out."And I realized that Marissa was actually implying she was potentially making a sexual offer to me. Even though I suspected it earlier, I had disregarded it, thinking I was. We danced close and I stroked her bum whilst Tim sat in an armchair watching. I tried to lift her dress up and expose her bum but she was having nothing of it - bugger! She let go of me and grabbed Tim out of the chair and started dancing with her back to him and thrusting her bum into his crotch. He looked at me and I signalled him to go with it. This he did, he put his arms around her and held her to him whilst she slowly gyrated in front of him. His dick must have been rock solid because. He turned to face him terrified at what might come next.The old man smiled at him knowingly "if you submit now, I'll make sure I lube you first" he finished his sentence by dropping his pants to reveal a massive tree trunk of a cock sticking out beneath his beer belly.The young stud stared, straight at one of the biggets, hardest cock hid ever seen. He knew it would rip him apart if he fought it. "Promise?" he asked "Promise" responded the old man as he walked over and placed his hands on the.