"I feel terribly bad about asking you this. But you're ever so pretty and I'm feeling a little lonely. If you'll just spend twenty minutes sitting her...e and chatting to me you can have this ten pounds." I felt a bit cheap putting it that way but anyway that is how it came out.She looked uncertain. Her arms were folded. "Don't be afraid", I said, "I just want you to be my friend for a little while. Sit just here and tell me about yourself. You're still at school right?"The word school had an. We saw Mr. Robertson in the kitchen. I said, “Dinner smells excellent. You are both wonderful cooks.”“Honey, Robert is the cook. He lets me help sometimes. I am an accountant, not a cook. You two ladies look good enough to eat.” With that, Roberta pulled me into a kiss that offered her tongue. I did not refuse the offer. She looked at Fran then at me as if to ask, “Okay if I kiss Fran that way too?”I nodded. Fran enjoyed her kiss as much as I did.Robert moved away from the stove pointing to his. She stood, hands on the rail, facing away from him gazing at the view. Coming up behind her he eased his hands under her sopping tea-shirt stroking and fondling her unfettered breasts. He kissed her neck as he did so. She still stood facing the sea, but reached behind her fondled the growing bulge, then she undid the zip, sliding her hands in and encouraging his penis to the ready hardness for what they both wanted. His shorts, now undone, ended up sliding down of their own accord and he. This three at a time method worked for a bit. After a while, they seemed to grow impatient and I was giving more guys more sucks for less time. They just seemed to organize themselves, without actually interacting per se. They were just focused on me and my sweet velvet lips and tongue. There was no modesty when they came to expressing their feelings, with proper grunts and groans and ‘baby you’re so hot’ etc. I don’t know if anyone had noticed, but I had slipped a finger between my legs and.