She would for damnedsure! And as she thought of Peter Knight, she sucked her brother's cockwith even more verve and determination, her breasts dancing...wildly belowher pumping head, bringing Randy closer and closer to his longed-forrelease. "Suck it, SUCK IT OFF!" Randy urged, as he dropped his head back onthe pillow and closed his eyes. For a moment, he pretended it was thetender lips and tongue of Davie Knight that were ministering to hiscarnal needs, that it was the pretty teenager who was. You’re in Chelsea. The LGBT community is large here. We’re friendly, but we don’t like voyeurs.’ ‘Actually,’ her partner corrected with a laugh, ‘A few of us do like voyeurs, but they have their own clubs for that.’ She kissed her girlfriend on the cheek. ‘Common honey, we’re going to be late.’ Then she turned to Patrick with a wink. ‘Take care now. Hope you enjoyed the show.’ ‘You too. Bye.’ After that display, Patrick’s mouth was dry. He looked for a bar so he could order a pint. The. All she wanted was what lurked behind the front of their pants. And she was going to get it."Take your cocks out," she said. "Do you want me to do all the work?"They unzipped, fumbled inside for their hard pricks. Trish caught her breath as the first one flashed out into the open. It was a real monster, long and hard and as thick as a baby's wrist.She held out one hand, palm turned upward, and the man placed his prick atop it. Trish squeezed, feeling the surge of erotic excitement shoot through. I felt like a star of one of those annoying TV commercials featuring old men and their “urgent need to go.”I got out of bed and raced (if you can call a stiff-legged gait racing) toward the bedroom door. I paused for a second to scan the room for a set of underwear to cover my nakedness. Increasing pressure on my bladder warned me not to delay. I exited the bedroom and moved toward the community bathroom as quickly as I could.As luck would have it, none of the sisters were visible on our side.