Charlie and Helen looked like twoyoung boys in Little League uniforms, a middle-aged Black couple, then aJapanese mother and daughter in ornate, flowe...red kimonos."How in the world do they do that?" Charlie said. His image, now a youngman in Army fatigues, matched his every movement.Helen shrugged. "I don't know, Grampa; computers maybe." Well, it's mighty -- Whoa!" The floor beneath them bucked like a horse.Charlie pitched a few feet forward. He caught his balance and turned to seeif Helen was. If she only knew what she was doing. I just stood there completely motionless letting her gentle sucking do all the work for me. I ran my fingers through her long red hair and grasping the back of her head I began to slowly force my member deeper in to her mouth. She took the whole length with little problem and soon I was slowly face fucking Kristen's lovely mouth. As I raped Kristen's mouth I looked at my beautiful girlfriend laying there unconscious. Sarah never really liked going down on me. Heather excuses herself to go to the bathroom with a few of the other girls. Upon returning I notice one of her top buttons is undone, revealing more of her tits. So much more I can see the top of her black lace bra. As the bunch of us are talking, I am sitting on a bar stool and Heather backs up against me. So here, I have this over the top, from behind view of this girl I’ve wanted the moment we met. My mind and my cock are only paying attention to one thing, and it isn’t our co-workers. . Layla brought a hand up to Tom’s face, caressing his clean-shaven cheek and seemed to hesitate, finally seeming to snap out of the trance and come to her senses. She swiped a finger across his cheek and just as quickly, turned around and started walking away from Tom. ‘You look very handsome, Tom — Sally’s a lucky girl,’ Layla said, as she raised her finger to show Tom the shaving cream he had missed cleaning off. Tom then exhaled for the first time in over a minute. ‘What the hell just.