His tongue darted in and out of my hole. His technique needed work, but you couldn’t fault his enthusiasm. He held my legs apart and tongue fucked m.... Colin stood stroking his cock, watching. I motioned him nearer, then reached out and took his cock in both hands, the head once again in my mouth. I was determined to get a good length in my mouth. Slowly, I took more and more in, until I had at least half in, my hands stroking his shaft all the while. Tom finally found my clit and started to. Joy was grabbing my hair and hiking up his pelvic region, which was a sign he was about to cum. Then he groaned in tremendous rapture.“Je dhore rakhte parchi na (I can’t hold it any longer) Tor mukh gorm fyaday bhore die chai. (Sonali I want to fill your mouth with hot sperm).”I patted him encouragingly on the thighs. I was also yearning for the taste of his hot viscous protein-laden man custard and gulp it down my hungry throat.I had also made up my mind to swallow every spurt, rather than let. I know it's just us, but your father is still a man. Don't torture him like that." My wife said as she glanced between the rise and my pants and the clothes my daughters wore. "You're one to talk, Mom." Liza retorted She had a point. My wife was wearing sluttier clothes than either of them. A low cut and cropped t shirt showed her strikingly sexy torso, while her booty shorts showed that gloriously smackable ass. My wife and I wear very sexually active. Everything in the book we've tried. And I. Scarred, rough, but nimble and clever, made to twist knobs, match gears, or hold spanners. That's when I wondered how his cold, uneven fingers would feel on my skin."I'm Charles Owen, and I'm a union man. I'm a worker, just like you are, and I've known tough. I've been beaten and jailed by the coppers and I am still fighting." A union? We don't hold with your bolshie lot hereabouts!" said Harry, my gangmate."Says who?" I asked. "Doesn't look to me like the pay is fair. We've been slaving for.