“Look how Hastington takes that dick, Swann! He takes it like a whore”, commented Saillard.“And it seems to suck like one, am I right, Ernest?�... replied Swann.The two Frenchmen seemed to enjoy their ‘bitch’, who delighted himself with both cocks they offered to them and seeing him moan and getting the best from that threeway. To make themselves more used to it, they had some mental pictures of them doing their girlfriends.“Ahhhh! Yess! More, gentlemen! More! Ahhhh!”Charles Swann mostly gave into. He thought that he wouldn’t have any problems civilizing them because it was cold there and the ice cream wouldn’t melt.”Sean said, “Footnote. Read the footnote.”Mr. Kindle looked down at the bottom of the page. He read, “If Napoleon’s experiments in canning ice cream hadn’t failed, then all of history would have changed. He didn’t go to Russia until the winter so that the ice cream wouldn’t melt on the way there. That was a big mistake as will be discussed later.”“It is little things like that. Sorry. Yes, no, not a problem. Come in. Please.” I moved back into the hallway, and paused as he spoke again. “I'll just take these off. Don't wanna be treading all kinds of crap around.” I smiled. “No, thanks. I doubt the wife'd like it much.” He smiled up back at me as he unlaced the black boots and tugged his feet out of them. I gulped and wondered why a sweaty football sock was making my stomach do the kind of flips that are generally reserved for, well, a sweaty rest of him. “Phone's in. I let out a moan, you squeeze my ass again. It helps keep me balanced. This is all new for me; I’ve never been eaten out standing up before. The difference is actually really hot, I love it! Squeezing my ass hard, you bite down on my clit. You moan around it, then thrust your tongue deep inside my pussy. You begin to fuck me with it, your nose grinding against my clit. Still gripping and spanking my ass. Moaning out your name, I feel almost as though I’m going to fall. You bite down hard on.