"It was very hard (no pun intended) to sit in the pub making small talk with what few people were in there while my mind kept imagining what was happe...ing at home. Were they in bed, were they kissing, licking, sucking. Had they undressed themselves or each other?Shit, this was torture, but if I was honest with myself it was fucking delicious too. Did they have a strap-on dildo, did they use vibrators, did they talk dirty? Who was the dominant one, was there a dominant one? For fuck's sake, why. He stopped and looked at me again. I groaned and he smirked. ‘Are you enjoying this?!’ I yelled, half in a plea, half in exasperation. He chuckled slightly and nodded. ‘More than you know.’ He dived in, making me gasp and writhe under him, his tongue exploring every part of my lower region. He dug his tongue into me, then out onto my clit, swirling his tongue around and around. He lightly bit my clit and continued this way for a bit, alternating where his tongue was every few seconds. He sure. I felt the tingles going throughout my body so much I felt like I got to feel the joy of holding them in my arm again. They made me love them so much more through incest that they were just bulletproof to me by then.I felt both of their tongues going all over my nipples and pressing on them almost as if they were bricks. That only made my heart go into overdrive, and my lungs feel like I was poking them with thumbtacks.Nevertheless, it was still all worth it. Neither of them let their fingers. With a loud plop and fart that brought another groan of embarrassment he pulled his fingers from my clinging asshole. Smearing Vaseline on the length of the rod sleeve and began to insert the long makeshift dildo up my cringing small pink butt hole.As the fishing rod sleeve sunk deep into the gunk of my butt hole, I almost lost control and spunked right there on the spot. I still strained and struggled to expel the wide rippled rubber dildo and free myself from this humiliation.Beads of sweat.