He lifted his hand to my face and I eagerly began sucking his fingers as he fed them to me, tasting my own sour yet sweet juices on him. He grabbed ho...ld of my blonde hair which was just below shoulder length, and pulled my head back with his free hand while pushing first two, then three fingers down my throat and held me still. He obviously enjoyed making me fight my gag-reflex as he shoved them all the way in and held them there while I tried my utmost not to fight it even as tears welled up. Peters Schwanz wurde nun auch schlaff und so zog er ihn heraus.Erschöpft lagen beide nebeneinander in den Armen. Sie streichelten und küssten sich und sahen sich tief in die Augen.„ Hat es Dir gefallen?“ wollte Peter wissen. „ Das war unbeschreiblich. Ich war noch nie so Geil.Wenn man es sich immer selber machen muss, ist es nie dasselbe, wie gerade eben.“ meinte Wolfgang.„ Dann müssen wir das öfters wiederholen. Du fickst mich und ich Dich, je nach Laune und Geilheit.“ schlug Peter vor.„ Ja,. I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity, so I allowed my fingers to linger there and teasingly pressed and rubbed at the forbidden hole. Ally must have enjoyed it, because I felt her pace increase as she shoved even more of my cock down her throat. I was rock hard, and I knew that I wasn’t going to last very long at this rate. I glanced over at my wife a few times, and even caught her watching our action a few times with a flushed look on her face. My other hand moved to the back of Ally’s. .. Jack and Bob?”“Jack is working weekends since he’s low man on the totem pole, and Bob doesn’t ski. I’ll go on my own.”His mother looked at him carefully, but saw no signs of unhappiness ... just that he was so quiet. She shook her head in frustration. She was sure something was bothering him, but he wasn’t willing to talk about it.The traditional birthday cake was on the table that evening after his mother had prepared his favourite meal: roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. His father was all.