?All finished. I’m about ready for lunch, how about you?? He asked.?Ooh, yes, please.? Simone said eagerly. ?But have I got time for a quick shower ...irst. I’m all hot and sticky.??Why not? Steve and I will set up the table in the meanwhile.? Greg replied.And so it was. Simone disappeared upstairs whilst Steve and Greg laid out bread, cheese, fresh fruit and wine on the garden table. They had barely finished before Simone reappeared wearing a light cotton sun dress short enough to display her. She looked down at my dick and her face changed expressions. "Well?" she said again. "Are you going to say anything or just stand there with those beautiful dicks covered up with your hands?" Slowly, she sank to her knees and she took my now limp dick in her hand and slowly sniffed it. I knew it smelled like shit. She had seen me fucking him in the ass. Was she going to now tell me that my dick smelled like shit? Then just as slowly, she took my dick in her mouth and began to. I started rubbing myself through my jeans.I looked up at the clock. 11:00am. The girls were both at work and neither of them would be back until late afternoon.I unbuttoned my pants and lowered my zipper, then pulled my penis through the hole at the front of my underwear. I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed it gently a few times and then tugged on it at a slow rhythm. The video continued. The woman was wearing tight leather pants with a purple strap on and was topless, while the man. I first met Otis when he was working at our family's window manufacturing plant. He was a forklift operator and I'd just come by to pick my husband up to take him to the airport.Otis was whizzing around the place on his forklift and I guess because I was board and he cut quite a figure sitting on that machine I noticed him... for the first time. His clothes were very tight fitting; you could almost see the muscles rippling under the material of his shirt, and those pants he was wearing. They.