I slowly bent forward and licked your ass, all the time watching Sparky's cock enter your soaked quim. The aroma was sensational. I slowly gyrated my ...thumb around your anus and pushed it in and out. A thumbnail in depth first, then deeper and deeper and deeper with each withdrawal. You moaned for more. I then gyrated two fingers around the backside of your quim. Slowly, but surely, I entered your quim at the same time as Sparky's cock was in there. You now had Sparky's cock hammering away. "You're not just showing off, are you?" he asked, already knowing the answer. "Nope. Not at all. Open invitation gentlemen. One at a time or all at once. You let me know." They started breathing again, fingering the photographs, turning them, poring over them. "So, we playing poker here or what?" That was the beginning of the weekly rotation. We made an evening of it. My wife would dress up and cook dinner for me and whoever's turn it was to fuck her that night. She'd serve us silently, then. In an almost detached way I could feel my hips begin to rock to the vibrator. ‘You are such a needy fuck toy aren’t you?’ Marsha whispered. I could almost hear the smiles in her voice as she said it. I regained control of my hips and hissed a sharp ‘fuck you’ back to her. She pulled the vibe away and the lack of its presence against me brought a slight moan to my lips. One sharp slap followed by a hissed ‘Answer me cunt’ was all she said and I repeated my earlier comment of ‘fuck you’. Her. Finally he sat the small box he had brought with him to the porch, and as the snow fell and covered the ground he placed it under the tree he had decorated outside the cabin. No one would be by here he hadn’t seen a soul in the month he had been up here and now that it was Christmas Eve he was doubly sure no one would be just traipsing around that evening and stumble upon his gift. Chad slowly slipped behind the wheel of his Landrover and drove down the dirt driveway that was covered now by.