He stood me back up and went over to a cabinet by the window, opening a drawer and pulling out a long brass cylinder with a bulbous end, topped with a... winding handle. “What is that?” I asked, my eyes widening at the sight. “Ronson’s patented malaise cure,” he replied. “Bend over and feel instantly refreshed.” I leaned over the armchair, tensing up as he slid a hand over my bottom. I felt the cylinder slide up and down between my buttocks, the coldness of the metal setting my nerve endings. Connie and I settled on the sofa and John in a chair near Connie, and what with the drinks she had had and the fact that there was no-one to overhear us Connie asked John how he felt about us now we had met, and he said he was very pleased that we were such pleasant people and was quite happy to continue. We had explained about our ‘situation’ early on so he knew what it was all about and the conversation between him and Connie turned to sex and what they each liked to do and have done to. I went to pick her up from the job one day, and caught her with a mouthful of the stuff. She'd spun around to face me when she's heard my footsteps on the cement floor, and I still don't know which one of us were more shocked. It was pathetic.Her cheeks were packed like a squirrel's, with a long wet piece of the chewed tape escaping the corner of her overful mouth. She had pieces of it stuck to her forehead, and to her hands, with some even tangled in her hair. What does one say in such a. It only took about one minute before the guy let out a moan as he erupted into her mouth. She sat up rubbing the excess spunk off her lips with the back of her hand. No sooner was she sitting upright than the guy on her right pulled her head down to his lap to suck his cock. Just as the guy shot his spunk in her lovely mouth and she sat up, another guy climbed over from the row in front, knelt down in front of my wife and lifted her legs over his shoulders and proceeded to fuck her lovely cunt..