Instantly, pandemonium reigned. Our living room, calm and sedate only an moment earlier, was transformed into a three-ring circus in the blink of an e...e. The boy, a bright shade of crimson, was grabbing at his pants, trying to stuff his wilting hard-on back in, running for the door at the same time, stumbling and tripping as he run, cursing. Heather, shrieking, was covering her face with her hands; then, still screaming unintelligibly, she began to dash around the room aimlessly.I guess we. Dickie appeared to have a perpetual smile on his face no matter what was said or what he was engaged in doing. On the other hand, John-boy seemed to frown an awful lot and would often subconsciously let his hand drop into his lap and started playing with his dreadfully huge pecker like it was a toy that was all his own. Linda found she was overly drawn to watching him fondle his cock because all she could think was how it could all possibly fit inside any of her openings when it was fully. What came next even surprised me. I thought we wouldmutually jerk each other off, but when I could feel his breath againstmy skin, I knew it was going to go a lot further that I originally hadplanned. Facing way from him, I could feel his breath on my ass, then,I felt him kiss one globe, then the other. Chewing, kissing my cheeksthrough the nylon, stroking me through the front, I was leaking so muchit was actually showing through the hose itself. Slowly turning mearound, rubbing his face on my. Jackson took me in his arms and french-kissed me and told the other guys that I was a real "wildcat" in bed, and that he was looking forward to the next poker game.Then he told me that since it was getting late, I should give the boys a show. I said what kind of a show, and he told me to take my clothes off and dance a round a little. I started to protest and he said his hour wasn't QUITE up anyway. I looked at my husband who was looking a little peaked and he just shrugged. The music was put.