They stand one behind and one in front. They kiss you. Caress you. Their hands are all over you, and you love it. You wriggle in their embrace, tickle...d by their fingertips and the tingle between your legs.The shorter man behind you is stocky and strong. He smells of the ocean, of oil and sweat. He's dressed in jeans and a nice shirt. You really only notice the bulge in his denim. He reaches down the sides of your legs and slides your dress up your body, rough fingers on smooth skin. Legs,. I touch the tip delicately with my tongue and hear you groan as I slowly take your cock in my wet mouth. Her hand slides down and I share your cock with her showing the way you love to be handled.You are kissing her breasts, taking her small nipples in your mouth and tonguing them. I see her arched back enjoying the sensations and cant help leaving your cock for a bit while I slide my hands up to caress her breasts... I am fascinated with the feel and she turns to me giving full access, I knew. She was stuck on the overnight shift after a few years on evenings and desperately wanted days. In spite of her 11 years, she was still, just junior enough to not be able to achieve her goal. She HATED nights. One late night, around 4 a.m., Stew was on routine patrol. His route took him close to the ‘projects’ and he simply rode around checking the area, focusing on his OWN property, but being very wary of the other side of the street. Since it was a medium sized city, not a big metropolis, he. There was nothing else to see.Michelle sat cross-legged at the head of the bed facing Allison who sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed. I sat cross-legged between them with my back against the wall. Actually my back was partially in the wall."So is something more going on?" asked Allison."I found a note in my purse." A note?" Yes."Michelle handed the note to Allison who read it and turned it over. There was still nothing more to see. Allison handed the note back."So this is the guy who.