It was brill seeing that huge monster fat dick swaying now upwards above Mick at work on the Bulls Boots...mm.At last Mick had finished and Rasto kick...d our clothes with his big feet out of the way, then took me in his hands and picked me up, like a bride being carried over the threshold on here wedding night. Up I went in seconds, I don't think Rasto could even feel my weight!He carried me into the lounge and he stopped in the middle of the room, he turned to face the door we had just gone. “Thirty minutes of pure oral sex, and counting,” I whisper as I emulate what my man is doing to Ned, one hand on his balls and two fingers of my other hand to take his cock between my eager pursed lips.Neither of the men managed to last thirty minutes. So back into the shower room.“Masturbate for Ned and I while he licks my cunt baby. Would you like that Ned? Some more pure oral sex?,” I ask as I tease the two men to erection with my hands.“Kiss my ass Ned, worship it, turn us both on,” I tell. Please feel free to contribute, thanks!)********If you didn’t know her, your first impression of Sonya would be that she’d descended from a long and particularly prestigious line of varsity cheerleaders. Tanned, blonde, and sporty—she struck that perfect balance between fit and curvy. But she didn’t get her figure from shaking pom-poms at some football game, no sir. She got it from fencing. From stabbing people, competitively. She had a gift for it.That’s how we first met, actually—she joined. I’ve been studying the system that John has designed and I know what the capacity parameters are, so if I can get some basic volume information, I can help John and Kevin pick the right size or sizes for the system.’ ‘Are you going to be back in time for the wedding?’ my mother asked in a worried voice. ‘Oh yes, I wouldn’t miss that for the world,’ she laughed. ‘I’m going to be spending my time in the southwest where a lot of the water problems are known. If I have time, I’ll retrace John’s.