"What noise? I, uh, didn't hear a noise," John quickly replied as his body began to quiver. "I think you should go upstairs and look for Carrr-mynnn."...John moaned her name as she used the tip of her tongue to tease the head of his dick. His eyes began to roll upward as the sensations shot up his spine."Mr. Langham, you ok?" Justine questioned as she neared his desk.Unable to speak due to the excessive teasing, he just nodded."Well... ok," Justine sang as she headed for the opened door.John was. Hope continued to suck John’s dick as he grew largerand thicker. She wrapped her finger and thumb tightlyaround the base of his shaft to help him prolong hispleasure. John raised Hope’s face in his hands andhuskily whispered, “I want to fuck you now.” Hope’s confidence began to grow and John allowed her tolower him on his back upon the bed. She sucked his dickharder as he twisted to the side to finger-fuck her.Hope could no longer wait — she pulled away. ‘Aidan,’ Jean greeted him cheerfully. ‘Bonsoir, mon ami.’ Clasping the hand Jean held out to him, he caught the perfect enunciation his friend gave to each of his syllables and knew from experience that Jean was just this side of being drunk. Maybe this could be interesting, he thought, returning Jean’s wide smile as he entered the house. ‘Bonsoir,’ he replied, a near-perfect accent on his French. ‘Ca va, Jean?’ ‘It’s going amazingly well,’ Jean retorted in English, hooking his arm through. She continued to stroke me, her mouth inches from my cock, her breath hot on my shaft. "How often have you thought about me, Mr. Mike? The innocent babysitter, the girl-next-door, on her knees with her tits out, ready to suck you off?" "Stop talking. Put my dick in your mouth, Anna-Brooks." I said, grabbing a handful of her dark, curly hair. Anna-Brooks didn't need to be told again. She swallowed my cock, immediately taking my entire length deep into her throat. I cursed, unprepared for how.