The hung cock pulls from my face and is replaced by a limp one . I take that also and suck it to a raging hard on. This becomes a ritual. I continue t...o hear in the background the fucking sounds and I know that the other woman is getting fucked good. My pussy starts to twitch thinking about how well she is getting fucked. Wishing it were me getting fucked. I still have that damned didlo in my twat and it's making me crazy. I suck countless cocks for what seems like hours. It turns out there was. Shannon jerked and pushed back on her fingers. They stayed like this for several minutes until Maleka was dripping wet. She slowly ran her tongue all the way up Shannon's body kneading her breast. Shannon reached in the draw next to her and pulled out the two sided dildo. She stuck one endin her now dripping wet pussy and the other in Maleka. They both fucked the dildo while kissing and sucking on each others lips and breast. They both started moving a little faster tyring to reach their. She admitted that the thought of doing it really exited her although she was very nervous, and slightly worried someone would find out. The guy she had picked was Doug. She felt comfortable with the fact that he was married and needed complete discretion too. So it was all organised for a Wednesday afternoon at our house. He wasn't local so that helped with the secrecy of it all.On The day, Doug arrived on time at 2pm. He was taller than I expected, and thankfully his photos were a true. " "Will do. Bye, Ryan." She said goodbye and ended the call, relieved to have some news about Brody although she was still worried. Ryan knew that concussions were unpredictable and their effects cumulative. The post-concussion symptoms could last for months. She had read how concussions had ended more than one career in sports, and sometimes not until a year or two later. Her coffee sat, getting cold, as she tried not to be swamped by such fears. A plate landed in front of her and Ryan looked.