After around twenty minutes of these questions he showed us a graph on his laptop of the anawers we'd given him, as Donna looked over she put her hand...on his knee, as he asked her to look at the graph again she leaned over and put her hand a few inches closer to his cock and so on, this went on for a few minutes when I knew what would happen next time he asked.Then he asked her to look again and she had her hand so close to his crutch that his cock flickered with anticipation of what was. “That’s good. Yes, yes, yes.” He groaned as he twisted my hair, “Good girl. Oh fuck you’re good!” he continued as I increased my sucking and rubbing until I was nearly in a frenzy. I had to breathe through my nose because I had so much cock in my mouth.“Does your husband know what a good little cock- sucker you are? I bet that he doesn’t! Come on get it all in! Suck it harder! Come on faster! I’m gonna fill your mouth with spunk!”I’d never felt like this before. Even though I knew where his. “You don’t seem to mind at all” she laughed. I felt the heat rush to my face then, dick leaping and fighting to break free from the restraints of my jeans. She held firm, timing her squeezes between throbs. I shifted again, and her hand fell away. As I made move to get up, she beat me to it and stood in front of me. The waist of her skirt was at eye height, black and pattern ruffling and creasing before my eyes until I saw more and more thigh. “Would you like to see more?” she said smiling down. The two men seemed to became instantaneous pals, co-conspirators in the cause of team fucking me. I was good with that!Michael seemed to be good with the idea as well, and before long he was cuming all over my tits and pearls, wrapping up what I hoped would be only the “first round.” I love a good cum shower, but I was really aching to be fucked by the Brit and worried that he might have some place else he had to be. My hubby had already offered me up for a good fucking, so I asked the Brit if.