"Thanks. I'm tickled pink that you like it." She added in a throaty come on, "As for your clothes, don't worry. I can help you get underdressed, so we...'ll be even." Then she leaned back and laughed. It felt really good to be flirting again.He grinned. "Oh, so that's how it's going to be, eh? More flirting practice? Two can play at that game. You're not tickled pink just yet. Wait until I'm done tickling you. I'm going to tickle you until you're helpless and crying for mercy."She sat up. I was getting hungry for her.We were passionate now, losing any hesitation. Piece by piece, our clothes slipped off.She worked her fingers along the buttons on my lime green jeans, undoing each brass fixture as she passed it, until at last she’d gained access inside.I stiffened as she reached into my boxers and curls her hand around my shaft.Her hands are a little cold.Whenever she strokes my cock, my stomach leaps a little, making my mind go blank as if the pleasure is making me. I had noticed Chas there during the evening, but he had not interfered with the proceedings, in fact he had joined in with them, enjoying watching his wife gangbanged and used in this way, and I must admit to being turned on doing these things in front of him.The rest of the night I am left hanging there with men and women coming to use me when they want, some fuck my cunt or ass some more, others just come out to empty their bladders over me. The women have fun making me cum by frigging me. She said she was so wet, and slowly sat down on his cock, she could feel if open her, and the heat of his cock fill her. As she felt the head of his cock move slowly deep within her, and then move out and back into her tight wet pussy, the feeling made her gasp from the pressure and the excitement building in her. She was now riding up and down his cock moving deeper with every thrust; she was excited and horny and wished I could see how this was turning her on. She could feel her orgasm build.