“Yes,” Helen grabbed David’s hand and started to drag him toward the other couch.“Come play with your dinner now and you can play with it agai...n next week.”As the evening progressed, Helen got more and more vocal. “Fuck me. Spit me with your cock like you can spit me with your roasting spit later this week. Roll my fat ass over a slow fire and watch it sizzle and pop.”And when David came, Helen said, “Oh yeah. Deep. Just like a spit will feel.”Margaret was vocal in a different way. “You going to. Her husband is 50 years old and works in an IT company. He leaves for work at 9 in the morning and returns home late in the evening.She has a daughter 23 years old and a son 21 years old. No one can recognize that she is the mother of two young children. Her son used to hang out in my workplace to play games on my PS console. We used to hang out every day to play games. He was preparing for exams to go to the USA to pursue his masters. Since we were very close in childhood, I used to hang out. She stuffed her torn panty in my mouth, and I was helpless. She then made some slow strokes, and I was moaning with pain.Slowly the strokes made me feel comfortable. I enjoyed her slow strokes. Listening to the change in moaning, Preeti picked up her pace and was fucking me rough. She was fucking me in doggy style all the while. She even reached out to my booby chest and squeezed them, and I was in a moment of ecstasy.She then removed her panty, which was stuffed in my mouth. She then asked me. ” I was in a strange place. Eve’s reaction was the perfect embodiment of sexual joy. Her body shivered and shook as I fucked her through her orgasm, but I felt very little. Whatever pill Sally had given me earlier was keeping me rock hard, but the gel had dulled the senses. At this rate, either my cock was going to explode, or I would collapse through exhaustion.All around me, comments rained down from around the room, some towards me, some to Eve, but most of them aimed at Nick.“Looks like.