Somehow, I was in-between them, but I didn’t notice it. ‘I haven’t seen you in several months, Johnaaay… how are things going?’ I felt like ...I accidentally walked into a store where a salesman went into his pitch before the door closed behind me. Or in this case before my front door closed behind them. ‘Good.’ I suddenly felt self-conscious. I tugged at my robe. It was the only thing between little Johnny and the twins and the three girls, or should I say young ladies, now. So, ladies, what. She pushed my shoulders down and I complied, laying on the sofa, face up. Erica unzipped my pants and freed my raging cock. She pulled my boxers loose and slid them down. With one hand on my cock, she slowly started to rub it and stroke it. She then straddled my head with her delicate little ass and sat on my face. Her taint was squarely over my mouth. I knew what to do. I could taste her flavor, her pussy, her ass. The sweat from her back that ran down her ass and stayed there. Her asshole. “Now I’m going to fuck you and you’re not going to scream, otherwise I’ll blow your head off and send it to the address on your license.” With that he began to unzip his pants. It was an awkward motion in the back of a chevelle. But once he had it out, my eyes widened. It had to be at least nine inches long and two inches in diameter. Seeing my reaction he smiled, “that’s right girlie and you’re going to get every inch of it.” He paused then turned to the front passenger seat. He rummaged. Janet is rather a free spirit in the bedroom, even more than I am, I love it. We’ve never talked much about our sex lives before we met each other but I suspect that my wife would get a blue ribbon. Janet is very close with her mother, Jean, who lost her husband nearly five years ago, not long before we first met. She is a very attractive widow, forty-two, nice figure, an older version of Janet, really. They talk with each other several times each day and seem to talk just about everything. She.