I gasped softly, and he continued to move, gliding over my clit pushing harder building me back up. Then he moved enough that the head of his cock was...pressing against my lips his hips moving gently pushing in a tiny bit at a time, spreading them for him.I started to shake, and I needed to feel him so badly. “Mark please…”He reached over and began to dig into the side table. “Shit,” he hissed and started to move from between my legs, but I grabbed him holding him in place.“What’s wrong?”“I. Then I realized that there was another guy on the floor in front of him who had his head on my friend's cock and was playing with his own at the same time. I started looking back and forth between the threesome on my right, the pair on my left, and the threesome in the row in front of me.As I continued to masturbate, I looked back to the guys two rows in front of me and was nearly shocked at what I saw. Here my two friends were, each obviously naked and each with a man standing in front of them. It was one of those relationships that you never had to talk to the person because there was no need to. Both of us knew how the other felt. So, when I started to act strangely, I wasn’t sure what to think.I ended up traveling a lot that the first year after I retired. I spent a month in Iraq. When that job was up and going I ended up being sent to South Africa for 6 weeks to oversee the new contract for security on all of their oil rigs. I wasn’t happy about spending so much time away from. "Welcome to my world," she said, as she let the clothes peg clamp viciouslyon the engorged nipple. The scream was as loud as she expected of the wimp, anguished, almost blood-curdling,and she drew back a little to enjoy the rictus of pain which twisted his mouth. His cock fell free as she stepped back, and she caught it in her hand, resumedstroking it to keep it erect. "Still nice?" she asked softly, as if she cared. "Shit no!" he cried. "What? You don't like me stroking this handsome cock.