I can assume at this point these two idiots were starting to get the picture on what was about to transpire. I tell the two husbands to enjoy the show...and I walk into the next room where they can now see me on the television. They both looked like they had been hit by an emotional truck, it was glorious! I strip down to my bare ass right in front of them and then go hop into the center of the massive bed. Being a very overweight italian man, I don’t suppose they were too excited by what they. What he probably didn't expect was that not only would he no longer be working for Chi Chong, but that he would no longer even keep his home. This was a real shock to a man who'd lived all his life in Christleton and when he ventured beyond the county borders it was only as far as the occasional agricultural show in the outskirts of Manchester's urban sprawl. Chris hoped that whatever else might happen, he wouldn't have to live amongst the crime and squalor of a big city."The new owners are. My back arched with pleasure, he was finally in, plunging hard. There was a fire burning in Samuels eyes and once again I had to fight the urge to beg him to go deeper, harder. Soon, it seemed that my silent pleas for him to go deeper werent necessary. He stopped, and leaned back on his knees, still inside me, grabbing my legs and bringing them up, into the air. He inched slowly closer, penetrating deeper and deeper as he rested my thighs against his chest, knees bent and resting on his. “It’s ok, he was telling me. He sat down on the bed and started rubbing his dick with his hands. I had no idea what he was doing, I had never been exposed to sex of any form before this and the word “masturbation” meant nothing to me. He was moaning as he was toughing himself, “What are you doing?” I hesitantly asked. “Making myself happy,” he said. “It would go faster if you did it for me” he told me, while giving me a hungry look. Since it wasn’t using my mouth I agreed to rub my hands around.