Julie was built perfectly for thejob at hand (no pun intended). She had the strength, she had the short buildwhich let her fit perfectly in front of t...e man with her feet in position onhis stomach, and she had the competitive spirit.8With her feet in position she lend forward grasping my dangling sack at thetop just underneath my prick.A low chant started to come from the women as she concentrated. "pull, pull,pull, pull"All of a sudden she uncoiled backwards her legs straight out, her arms. Me: I don’t have any.Rahul took out his mobile and showed me the last 5 days’ video of me and Raj jerking in the bikini and panties.Raj – Please don’t tell this to anyone, Anna. Please.Shravan asked for the bra but I said we flushed it down the toilet. He slapped me and caught my shirt. He also came to know that I was hiding something.Rahul switched on his camera and Shravan was removing my shirt. They caught me wearing the bikini. Both laughed. He pulled the bra and kept it in his pocket and. Something I insist on is the second man must be much younger than me, usually fifteen or twenty-years. We are very competitive and we enjoy competing to be the first to have the second man or woman, good foreplay. We do that by dressing, or undressing to impress for our third person.On a recent Monday night while we were fucking like rabbits, I asked Roger if he could arrange a man in his very late teens for us next Sunday. “I have never had a man twenty-five years younger.”“I have just the man. The best sex of their lives. They both had someone else in their lives but tonight they belonged only to each other. The thought that this could be the last time they held each other, the last time they took each other's breath away, the last time they experienced that rush that only they brought to each other only made the moment that much more intense. Their breathing became raspy, quickened... they gasped for breath between kisses, their hands exploring the familiar curves of each other's.