After we showed Jan these pics she was even more determined to have him.After some negotiation Jon had agreed to Jan’s request.However, being someth...ng of an exhibitionist he stipulated that he wanted Mireille and I to watch. “I usually get paid for this, but if you watch. Jan can have me.”We all agreed to meet at Jan’s apartment at 2.30 the next Saturday. Sex is always better in the afternoon we agreed.Mireille likes to remind me, “A vast array of erotic pleasure awaits us when we let go of. My back arches away from the wall as his mouth sucks my nipple hard, teeth grazing. I feel the rough jolt of his other hand unfastening his jeans and the earnest movement to push them down. Finally, I feel his cock against my soaking slit. The torturous feeling as it slides up and down between my lips. I push my hips out, grinding into him, begging him to fuck me. His hand crushes over my mouth as his cock drives into me. My eyes roll back in ecstasy, his body pinning me to the wall. I can. I could only anticipatewhat was going to happen next. My thighs were together and my arms were over my head. I was a meal ready to be eaten laid out for three, young muscular guys. Jack knelt down andwhispered in my ear, are you ok with this Baby as I think it will be fun. I would enjoy sharing youwith my buddies and he also gave me another sip of beer. You might want to coat your throat with this.I was breathless and smiled at Jack. He said, I think that means yes. We can stop anytime. I then. But I'm leaving on the what nobody has to see! I'm not going to wear some strange woman's underwear!" If you say so, Herman," Grandpa humored him. "Hmm, will you look at that, a house full of people, and no one thinks to replace the toilet paper." What?" Mary said distractedly, trying not to look at the bare, shaven legs revealed when he-she let go of the tweed skit."Are your feet on the rug around the toilet? Yes, they are. Back up, Herman." Why?" Mary asked, even as he-she did it."Because wet.