I breathe quickly through my nose, feeling like I'm suffocating. I feel my eyes watering, tears run down both cheeks. I feel my fingers tingling, and ...realise I can move my hands. I reach around and try to push Chris away, he holds my head tight for a moment longer and then steps back. I gasp for air. I try to control my throat. My chin is glazed with saliva. Even as I struggle for control I reach out with both hands. Graeme's cock in my left and Chris in my right. I look over my shoulder and. I noticed he would jump a little when i touched it.. so i started rubbing and pressing it while i was deep throating his cock. right as we pulled up to his house i felt him pour so much cum into my mouth.. he came more then than ive ever seen. i slurped up all that i could and then he picked my face up and said lets go inside and he smiled. we ended up in his bedroom naked and he pulled out a box which had a few plugs and a small dildo i wasn't as surprised at this after what he asked .. hi. This was unusual, but I didn’t give it a though and carried on with my work soon I was at the dining table ready to have my breakfast.She came with my breakfast and again her dupatta was missing, I thought it was may be because of the increased heat and also I didn’t want to talk much because of what happened in the morning, I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable and leave the job. She came near me to keep the plate and glass of milk in front of me, as she bent a little I was able to see. As they enjoyed their meal, they talked, and laughed, never using their phones except to check the time of their movie, as I overheard. This was unreal. Even the old people these days are taking photos, or checking facebook or snapchatting with the grandkids. These two, were just on a date. Then there was the touching and the kissing. And when they ordered a bottle of wine, it got even worse. While one could argue that they were all very PG, there was a passion that could not be denied. I was.