And I know you’re trying to experience as many sexual things as possible so I get you wanting the spit roast. Maybe you can have all four dicks at ...once by giving Matt and Bill hand jobs while John and I spit roast you.” “Ooh, now you’re thinking for me, Larry,” I said. “I like that idea.”Mom was disappointed that she got home after Larry left. But we took care of her disappointment by letting her lick Larry’s spunk from my pussy. I took care of mom after that, but I wished it was full of. I was shitting myself as I didn’t know what was going to happen. I heard the key in the back door…not what I was expecting ! .. I heard a cough and someone walking about downstairs. I could feel my heart in my throat thumping away and every breath carefully inhaled and exhaled as not to give the game away. I stood there for what seemed to be hours but was probably only 5 mins or so. I heard another car approach the house . The car door slammed and a few seconds later I heard voices and giggling. I felt like the woman of the house, runningerrands and I began to imagine that I was cleaning up for my husband, whowould be home later and once he saw how well I had cleaned up for him,would take me to the bedroom and ravage my body.I was hard for much of the day imagining being fucked, enjoying thesensation of my feminine attire, and the butt plug shifting and moving inmy anus, reminding me of Karen's cock plowing into me during our sex. Ishifted at my desk with my legs crossed, and became. Looking straight into my eyes, he wound his hand around me and brought it to my clit. He rubbed it with tandem to his movements inside me. I grated in the hay-laden hard floor in the stables. I couldn't seem to form coherent thoughts. Pleasure overtook me. I moaned, touching my breasts, moving my head from one side to the other. I tried to rise but he prevented me by putting one hand on my lower back; a show of control on his part.Michael started moving deep inside me with hard wrenching.