.. better yet.... when was the last time you let somebody else bring you to orgasm?" I'm not on trial here!"Ron quickly turned around to face Carol, a...barrister's wig on his head, "But you are on trial here! You're on trial for your life and your soul and, well, Baby, you're not stacking a lot of points in your particular favour."The room changed. Carol and Ron were in the middle of the stage at the T and A Lounge. Ron's barrister wig was gone, as was his flannel. Two very nude, very sexy women. "Walt gave a mock bow. "Credit to where credit is due, madam."* * *Walt had opened his bicycle shop ten years earlier after retiring on afull pension from his job with the state highway department. "Everyman'sCycles" was a labor of love more than a profit-motivated venture.Bicycles were Walt's hobby, tinkering with them, repairing them, takingthem apart, modifying them, and rebuilding them again. He'd do it forfree and he often did, donating, as often as not, his beautifullyrestored. I stopped worrying about Martha’s naked pussy. I filled her pussy with cum as she fucked her body up at me.Mary Ellen pulled me up on top of Martha, until I lay my face right in between her huge breasts. I started sucking one while Mary Ellen sucked the other one. Martha started bumping her pussy up and down against my cock. I was still hard and I felt the head of my cock slip back inside her slick, fat pussy lips.Martha and I both started fucking faster when my cock bottomed out in her pussy. “You are too hot for me” I murmured.I knew Prajakta was unable to think anything and was just enjoying what she longed for a long time. Her hand was on the wall and I went on my knees. I gripped her buttocks and thrust my face between her ass cheeks into her wet dripping cunt. I knew neither her husband nor her old lover could do the same. She was out of control as she felt my tongue deep into her cunt and my nose pecking on her asshole. “Oh yes! Ohhhhh dammit yes! Ohhh fuck yes!”.Her.