His lips part slightly, just enough for the tip of my dick to nuzzle between the soft petals, sucking me softly then parted a little wider as a finger...finds my arse.The soft smacking reaches my ears as he sucks and licks my cock. The soft kissing stops momentarily hot breath surrounds my now throbbing tip, then the lips close around the corona, enveloping the head in a wet silky heat. The finger finds entry in my eager arse and I groan loudly with approval. He pulls back, his lips sliding over. Something cold poked into her ass and Rose looked down to see a cucumber being shoved in her backside. More men took turns fucking her mouth with their cocks, and her lower holes with anything they could find: vegetables, handles to gardening tools, a walking stick, the baseball bat, kitchen utensils, beer bottles, a hair dryer, even a scrub brush and the chair leg from one of the dining room chairs. When the men seemed to run out of things to force into Rose, Tony gave them permission to fuck. He got home to find Rick slouched on the couch in the living room, looking wasted. "Can I go home now?" Rick asked listlessly."Yeah, I think you're off the hook for now," Toby chuckled. "What's up? Ma wear you out?" DID SHE? Dude, Your Mom's sweet, and she's incredible in bed, but she's INSATIABLE! We went FIVE TIMES -- and the later ones weren't short! I thought I was gonna die about four a.m.! I think I'm broken..." You'll be fine, Sweetie!" Beth's voice lilted in from the kitchen. "Want some. Like a confessional. Or a padded waterboarding cell.She was serving us Saturday breakfast — Irish oatmeal, steel-cut oats, with berries. Black, blue, raspberries. Chopped up almonds, pecans, walnuts. Still-steaming clotted cream. Walker and Gregory were on their second bowls. Two blonde lads, slender and cute and ... perpetually horny. And hungry.Morning sun streaming in from Main Street. Malt shop over our sound system... “That’ll be the day...”Pilar refreshed Vanessa’s espresso and poured.