As I did he inserted a g**** in my pussy and said he was going to suck it out. He played, licked, and sure enough, he sucked it back out and ate it. S...o, then Stan had to follow. It was totally different and fun. They liked it too. We exchanged kisses, I licked some precum off both of them, exchanged kisses with each of them. I told them I needed some more cock and wanted to be fucked hard this time, one at a time, to see who could fuck me the hardest. Bob was first and he wanted it doggie style. " She said but Tucker interrupted her. "You know you don't want him to stop." Amy says "I do too want him to stop." Johnathan slowed his thrusts some as then Tucker says. "Why are you legs still around him? Your loving this it was all me up till the pussy eating." Then Amy replied. "That makes sense cause you haven't eaten my pussy like that in a long time nor fucked me like this." Tucker smiled "see you love it." Amy wrapper her legs around Johnathan more. "Yea I do" she then looked at. I hardly expected them to remember our encounter on the train and I saw no reason to dispel their confusion.Both were dressed for the warm summer's day with loose smocks of linen in the style favoured by those of an aesthetic disposition, their hems embroidered with flowers (in Amanda's case) and animals (for Estelle). Their arms were bare: Amanda's slightly puffy and covered with fair, downy hair; Estelle's more muscular and tanned. Both wore their pale-blonde hair loose, hanging down to their. It did have one benefit anyway. I had nothing to do until the last page was printed out, giving me some time to browse the internet and read one of those nighttime stories. So there I was, reading another hot erotic story by one of my favorite authors. By the time I finished the first page, I was thoroughly aroused by the way, the writer had depicted the whole thing. Being at the wrong side of the 40s, sex had become a scarce commodity for me. Shanti, my wife was keener to be a good mother to.