She kept licking her rubied lips as she watched us with our cocks in hand, circled around her like vultures for a feast…We watched her hands as she ...slowly teased her body, her fingers tipped with red nails trailing over her tanned skin, her nipples pierced the air above , growing harder with each pass of her hand.Mark gave her a vibrator, turning it on high before he moved back a bit to give her room to play. She immediately stuck it in her mouth, giggling like a devilish brat, and started. ” “No, not that either. It’s my third available orifice he won’t deal with.” It took her a good few seconds for my meaning to sink in and then her eyes widened. “You want him to do it up there?” “Desperately.”Rhona slapped a hand to her head melodramatically. “You should’ve married my Carl, he’s been trying to stick it up my ass since we were courting.” “You lucky bitch.” “Seriously, I daren’t turn my back on him at times but he regards it as an invitation.” “But you give him it.” “No.” I. "More?" she asked."No, I'm OK, thanks." Actually I felt a little odd. I'm sure I wasn't drunk - I mean, you can't get drunk on one can of beer, can you? - even a big one. But I was feeling comfortable, and quite content to stay sitting right where I was for a while. Even Molly pressing her tit against me didn't bother me so much. Aside from making me too warm, it actually didn't feel too bad.Then without warning, she moved over, leaving a gap between us. "All right, let's get the show on the. I feel the sweat break out on my brow. My own hands are shaking. I can feel my dickhead, swollen and inflamed…You turn and twist and wriggle and pose and shake, and I stare and rub myself till you unfasten your bra and say, “Why don’t you JACK OFF TO ME, Howard?”You know what those words mean to me, and what they do.I open my pants, pull down my shorts, and pull out my thick, stiff cock as you drop your bra and let your tits hang bare in front of me. “Oh, God,” I moan, and take my dick in my.