I could sense him tense up and wait, but as soon as I relaxed and breath rythmeticly on his hand, he continued with his little grope. What surprised m... next was not the crotch feel I anticipated, but that he undid his zipper and eased his cock out, and right into my face. I remained still as he found my warm nipple again and resumed his playing until it swelled again to his manipulations and now he knew I was responding. He started to masturbate across my face and his cock head was over my. When I went through the doorway, Laura let go of my neck and I could feel her leaning back. A glance saw her hanging from the doorframe, so I let go of her legs.She tried to imitate the plaintiff cry from the end of the 1958 version of The Fly, “Help me, help me,” she said in a high-pitched voice.Of course, I rushed to her aid, after running the cold water for a few seconds and pouring two glasses of water. I was looking forward to Monday when the new fridge was being plumbed in. I then turned. Looking over, I realized the first fucker had pulled out a camera and he was snapping photos of me getting drilled. I started to protest, worried the pics would end up on a website or worse, in my wife's e-mail inbox. "Shut up faggot," the amateur photographer snapped. "You do what we tell you and these pics won't cause you no issues. You fuck with us, well, that's a different story."I was too highly stimulated to argue. I only wished I had a few of the pics to remind me of this incredible. “I’m not the one running around topless,” I replied.“You are such a pervert!” Tiffany shot back. “I am going to tell Mom!”“Go ahead,” I replied. “Tell her. Tell her that you and your friend were laying out topless. Tell her you flashed me and asked about your me if I thought ass was fat. Go ahead, tell her!”“Fuck you!” Tiffany exclaimed. “You are a terrible excuse for a man!”“Watch your language,” I scolded.“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” Tiffany shot back, letting out a string of curse words.I.