She wiggled her bubble butt. I moved my hand inside her waist band, my fingers wandered downward. I pushed a finger in the first sweaty hole. Her bott...m moved against my index finger.She lifted her head. " Pull them down boy. Finger my asshole." Yes Ma'am" I yank them down to her knees and she arches her back pushing her ass out. My hand caresses her ass cheeks.Her head lowered back on to my cock. The pleasure is indescribable. Her hand caresses my balls. Her teeth move up and down my thick. I tense as he sets his pursed lips to the flow and laps. I lie in a swoon as he clears my cleft with hungry slurps.As his spit dries on my lips, they chap. I rub them absently with the back of my hand. His tongue still swirls in my nethers but I am numb.“Okay, okay,” I say. The word comes out rough and parched.He lifts his head. He wears a beard of rusty blood. He is still stone-hard.“I am your first,” he says. His voice, unlike mine, is not tattered or gasping. It is resonant and polished.“Not. Grant and Bobby each started on the beer, while Kenny found a glass and some ice in the freezer. He poured himself some bourbon and drank a small portion while adjusting to its heat. Thirty minutes later, all three young men were basking in an alcoholic glow when they heard a car approaching and turning into the driveway.On alert, Bobby ran to bedroom bordering the driveway and peered out the window. He returned a few seconds later, "It's the owner's wife, and she's getting out of the. I remember you now, I say, turning back to face her. Yes, I remember you. You were that whiney little bitch from my first day here. She snaps her gaze back toward me at my harsh words. Yes, I saw what that filth did to you. Her eyes brim with tears again at the memory. What? Do you expect sympathy? Youll get none from me. You just laid there and cried like a child. You let him take you. Her eyes widen with shock. You didnt even fight back. You let him fuck you. The amber globes harden with.