I was nearing my orgasm and started shouting, “I am cumming, I am cummiinnngggg, Amittt.”Amit started sucking me even harder and started twitching... my nipples. I came in his mouth and on him. He came on top of me and gave me the taste of my own juices while kissing me and then fell beside me. Now it was my turn to pleasure him.I started by kissing his face and moving downwards his lips, his neck: where I gave a lovebite, his chest and finally I reached his shorts.I slowly removed his shorts. She went through the veranda doors into her bedroom sitting at her little desk she turned her P C on.She slipped her panties off at the beginning of the story she was reading on screen;her left hand was touching her nipples her right hand and fingers were buried inside her body slowly thrusting into herself.Her legs were wide apart."Don't fucking move"His hands were on her shoulders pressing downwards his thumbs slightly sending her head forwards.His hands were large the fingers fleshy;She. Sinead smiled. "OK," she said, "I hope no-one comes." She slid to the floor,kneeling under the table. "Except you," she added wickedly. Covering herselfwith Sean's coat, she freed his straining cock and wrapped her lips around it'stip.The warmth of Sinead's mouth as it engulfed his prick was all it took to sendSean over the edge. "Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhh!" he moaned quietly as he felt hisseed boil up through his shaft. Sinead swallowed rapidly as the first jet of hiscum filled her mouth. Sucking. She’d interrupted their fun, but for several days her and her tender and swollen vagina and lash-streaked breasts and ass regretted ever going near their sacred turf. It was doubtful she’d ever gate-crash their activities again. But on the other hand, she was a B two, so anything was possible. But naïve stupidity was not an excuse to avoid despicable torment in this neck of the woods, and the word ‘mercy’ was not in their play-book. “Hey, Trish … want some more orange juice?” …….…”Yes.