Hooked up with the Devil Dogs when I was twenty-two years old, that was ten years ago, not one moment of regret yet. I’m not crazy, I’m not a nic... guy either, though I wont fuck with you unless you fuck with me. I don’t do fags, and I ain't some pedophile, it was her, that little black bitch, she was the problem. I hate losing control. The only way that I could get my life back was by cutting her from underneath my skin, cleanse myself of her wickedness. I still had two of the five years to. ‘NO! How terrible! Scott and I do it two or three times a week, at least. I’m not sure what I’d do if we didn’t have sex for over a month!’ When I heard this, my ears perked up. I was in the front room, fiddling on the computer, J was in the kitchen. I wasn’t sure if she knew I was close by, since I had been up in the office doing some legal writing for work. ‘Really?” “No, Scott is always up for it. His stamina is amazing! He’ll usually make me cum two or three times before he finishes, then,. You aren’t the first Sally, but I do wonder if you will be the last?’ She releases my ass cheeks and runs her fingers over my now bald mound, pouring clean warm water over the skin. Clicking her fingers, a towel and oil is offered to her. She takes the towel and dries me like a baby, before applying the oil to my skin, moving her fingers between my lips and down into my ass crack. ‘Now Sally, I will release you if you promise to quit this pointless struggle and I will continue to explain your. I alternated between the two both were softly moaning with my hungry suck and long licks. Now I was sucking one and fast pumping the other then switching. I had to feel them in me. I stood, and it felt like they had decided who was going where. Andrew sat on an old sofa, and beckoned me onto his hard cock, I was straddling him almost touching my wide open pussy, and then he pushed me down deep onto his cock. I was rammed by him and let out a gasp catching my breath, but I carried on deep.