Mmm... like my neglected pussy.“Oh Fuck” I exclaimed as my jeans were unbuttoned and dropped from behind. I recognized Callum’s large sure hands.... I was too surprised and excited to be angry.I gripped the nearest shelf to steady myself but it was swaying, despite its heavy stacks of red bound, gold spined periodicals. Oh shit I thought my old red knickers. A personal comfortable favourite but well worn and a bit loose and fraying. Callum didn’t care about my old knickers; he had my arse cheeks. I rubbed his balls as I sucked him and he also helped by thrusting his dick in my mouth. After a few minutes I was catching my breath and his dick was a few inches from my face and that’s when he squirted. His load got me on the side of my face and my ear and hair. I took the washcloth and went in the bathroom and came back and cleaned him off and covered him up and thanked him. Then I cleaned my face and got ready for the next round. When it was time to go home I went in his room and gave him. I was splitting hairs with myself. I was not technically having sex with my best friend’s fiancé but I sure was close. When I was finished she returned her fingers to her pussy wet with my saliva. This seamed to excite her even more and she assaulted her pussy with a new vigor. “I need something bigger” she said and started looking in her purse. “Nothing, can you help?” she asked. Between the front seats of my truck was a small leather bag where I kept a small assortment of tools. I opened the. When I was done, we talked about inconsequential things for a while before I launched into the next three-song set. I started with “Love Is A Many Splendored Thing,” then switched tempo and sang, “From A Jack To A King”, and then switched tempo yet again, finishing with, “One Boy, One Girl”.We talked again, well, Anna talked, and I listened for the most part, as I relaxed my vocal muscles. She was concerned about all the travel everyone was going to be doing over the next few years.“Anna, my.