I watched as Jaq squatted over the bottle and let it slip into the wet folds of her wet pussy, sinking down until the bottle almost disappeared.I quic...ly released my swollen cock, Jaq deep throating me while she rode the bottle. Jaq asked if the guys were still there, I assured her that they were. Before I knew it, she had waved them into the office.The two guys appeared, a little sheepishly. Jaq reassured them and they were soon displaying large cocks from the fly of their trousers. Jaq was. Main bhi unko like karne laga tha. Main unke ghar me chala gaya. Main aapko bata du, main bahut hi cute hu.Unhone mujhse idhar udhar ki baate karni shuru kar di. Baat Karte Karte unhone apna ek hath mere thighs pe rakh kar sehlana shuru kar diya. Maine unse pucha ke aap mujhe kyon dekhte rehte ho. Reply me unhone muhe muskura kar dekha, aur ek pyari si kiss mare hotho pe kar di. Main to shcoked reh gaya. Phir wo mujhe andar wale room me le gaye. Mujhe ek magazine di padhne ko jisme bahut saare. We were watching TV. After sometime I kept my hand on her thigh, she smiled at me. Her head was down, then I put my hand around her neck and held her shoulder. She rested her head on my shoulder. We stayed in this position for sometime, then I started caressing her shoulder, then her back. She looked into my eyes, I planted a kiss on her lips. She got up and started walking, I hugged her from back and kissed her neck.She closed her eyes and was breathing heavily. My hands were roaming from her. All the dedicated young faces arrayed before him reminded him of something his father had once told him, and the need to hear his father’s voice now startled him. He had forgotten something. Something vital. Something he had forgotten from time to time, only to have it drilled back into his head like a bullet. It was something his father had wanted him to remember, needed him to remember. Burnett’s old man had flown fighters for the Navy in the Second World War and had gone on to fly for.