I thought he was a hot dish too, but I wasn’t letting him fuck me where I work. My daddy always told me ‘Don’t shit where you eat.&#...8217;During the day, I noticed Dr. Jones giving his therapeutic chair massages to some of the residents. He actually told people they were therapeutic. This guy was getting these women off. He was sexually enjoying them in a very harmless way. He of course was playing with their breasts. I was just shocked that the women didn’t seem to care.. He touched her firm tits all over, until they were bunting out of her blouse.He helped her out of her blouse and bra. There she stood, nude to the waist, before her favorite actor.“Lady, how beautiful!” he crooned in his best stage voice.She grinned. He proceeded to kiss her tits, fondling them gently in his large, olive-skinned hands, passing them this way and that, squeezing them, and them expressing his deepest desire.Linda threw back her head and laughed. This Frankie was different from her. She moaned as he ran his thumbs over them then tugged on them. “Becca, I think that you better go and turn down the oven or whatever, it might be awhile before we get to your supper.” Becca rose and, hips swaying, sashayed into the kitchen to do what she needed to do to save the meal. Dave sat back, eyes wide. “Man, can she suck cock!” he exclaimed. “She does it all,” I told him. “You’ll see pretty soon! Why don’t you go and lie down on the bed? We’ll be in there in a few moments.” Becca. Allan was also there to witness my de-flowering. The three of us had indulged in some heavy petting and, when I started to give Paul ‘o’, I knew that there was no turning back. The three of were sitting on a bench in a park shelter with me as the willing but slightly apprehensive meat in a sandwich. After thoroughly investigating the taste and texture of Paul’s erection I then switched my attention to Allan. While I was busy pleasuring Allan I felt Paul’s hands opening my legs. I heard.