He had stopped dead when he saw us. But after realising what he was seeing, walked up to a urinal and whipped his cock out and started taking a pee.Th...e young lad in my arse was close and he put his arms around my chest and gently pinched my nipples. "I'm fucking cuming" he breathed before he thrust forward then became still. Panting, he pulled his cock out of me, stuffed it into his boxers, pulled his pants up and walked out.The lad sucking my dick stood up and moved behind me. He reached. Definatly time for bed and took him upstairs. He lightheartedly tried to pull me into the spare room and I pulled away laughing to slip into bed beside Jill and my hardon.My fingers quickly found their way into her pussy but got no response so I slipped another into her arse and thought about fucking her awake but butterflies in my stomach got the better of me. She was definatly out cold.I got up and quietly went into the spare bedroom where I could see Eamon laid in the bed in a low ghostly. Her nipples were hard and rubbed against the smooth cotton of her top. Marie didn’t have large breasts, but they were sensitive and she longed to touch herself, but she felt the pain of the cuffs biting into her back keeping her fingers from her aching nipples. Marie closed her eyes and wished that it had been Jack that had cuffed her, she imagined his hard dick against her as he threw her down on the mattress and prepared to fuck her. Marie was a petite girl, about 5’3? and 110 lbs, she. The power of imagination is so strong. We cannot see it but I believe for a fact we can feel it. There's no logical explanation about anything we can feel. My imagination is making you feel the way you're feeling now. I am so horny and longing for you now. I imagine your huge rock hard cock sliding sloooooowly in my tiny little mouth, soooo deep that the very first stoke already makes me gag. We've done that a million times but each and every time I put ur huge thick rock hard cock in my mouth.