They seemed to come to some agreement without me knowing because they switched. Tony was making out with me and Jason was ploughing me. Jason was more... ferocious than his brother and thicker. He knew exactly what he was doing, and it wasn’t long before my orgasm overtook me.Jason pulled his cock from my pussy and looked at his brother, who blushed. I knew they wanted something, but were afraid to ask. I pulled them close, kissing each in turn.“Whatever you want, ask. I am all yours today.”Tony. My professional responsibilities seemed to multiply like rabbits. I was helplessly distracted by the incessant fantasies, detailing the infinite number of ways I could please him. I mean seriously, that sexy memory of his thick, hard bulge of manhood in my hand was not about to leave my dirty mind anytime soon. While my pussy dripped at the thought of his throbbing cock, the intense pressure of my job snuck up behind me and just thrust itself right into my asshole. With no lube. That analogy. ..when he was killed in a farming accident!Tommy was eleven then. Growing up I noticed he had a lot of his father's traits, especially his fetish for stocking feet. I always saw him looking at my feet as I always wore hose every day because it pleased his father and I still wear them because I enjoy them so much. Of course, being our son, I had never thought of Tom in a sexual way and so his glances and stares had no effect on me. Now, after being lonely and alone for three years and his ascent. “That was a good one,” hissed Liz.” Jackie awaited the first blow. She heard the ring of the first slaps from the other couple. She automatically clenched her buttocks in anticipation of the descending hand. She wondered how long Janet would stare at the exposed cheeks of her derriere before she delivered the first blow. She wondered why she had allowed herself to be maneuvered into this situation. She was bored. That was it. Never having been spanked, she thought it might be exciting. She.