It pooled in my eye-socket stinging as it mixed with mascara and ran into my eye.The guards were panting and moaning as one at a time they completed t...heir orgasms and extricated their penises from my anus, mouth and hands. Harold climbed off the bench-top; a silvery filament of semen extending from the eye of his cock to my thigh broke as he moved back away from me."Look at the bitch now lads, covered in come and fuck all to say for herself!" the leader gloated."Let's get the fuck out of here,". . and what I would take and have.I met you and took your hands and invited you to my table. We ordered wine and talked about the people around us, and teased each other with inuendo and easy, coy laughs and smiles.Your eyes burned into my mind and I could feel your hot cunt sending messages of open welcome and need in my mind.There was no need for further talk, so I stood up and took your hands and led you to the back. I found a storage room and we went inside.You leaned to me and we kissed. Across from them, sitting on the floor, was Erick, the youngest brother. Mellow smiles of satisfaction creased all of their faces as they opened yet another bottle of champagne and drank it down.Tim's hands moved against his smiling wife's soft breasts within the material of her cashmere sweater, and she began to croon soft words of endearment to him."You won, darling! You won!"Arlene and Ron were already kissing passionately, and Ron's fingers were climbing beneath the brunette's short skirt,. " What's that?" Annette inquired as she brought us both some coffee from my kitchen."Well don't think me a pervert or anything, but Joyce won't wear pantyhose for me." You're kidding? Right?" Nope, not in the least. I really enjoy seeing a classy lady wearing pantyhose and high heels. Really puts the steam into these old pipes of mine, if you know what I mean."Annette's face turned pink as she blushed with embarrassment."Well I can't blame her. I don't like wearing pantyhose either. They're hot.