I lay there like a stone, listening to her breathe heavily on her side. I groaned inwardly, and felt my cock begin to notice her again as well. It was... then that I felt Seema’s arm slide across her body, languidly, as if still dreaming. Those little slender fingers, brushed aside the hem of her nightshirt absent-mindedly, and started stroking her tiny bud-like clit, letting her other fingers slide between her thighs, stroking her slit slowly. It was more than a man was meant to take.Carefully,. Not having a car would have been an issue, but Mr Daniels only lived a couple of blocks away and he was there in fifteen minutes.Knocking three quick taps like always, he let himself inside the old house and followed the sounds of cursing and banging until he came upon the old man in his garage, grumbling at several boxes of junk. He turned his wrinkled face and smiled in delight.“Benjamin!” He greeted, “thank god you’re here!”“Morning Mr Daniels,” Ben took stock of all the boxes, and all scrap. He new to take his time, and with each pause I tried to relax, but the pulling on my chest and the dick in my pussy made it hard. Finally, both of his cocks were in me to the hilt. My chest was heaving with the excitement, I felt filled in ways I had never felt, and as he began moving in and out of me, the simultaneousness of his movements sent me over the edge in no time. He tried to reach over and feel my tits as he started pounding into my pussy and ass, but the logistics were too hard and. Their names were Jane and Mark.As the evening drew on we decided to go to the local club. We didn't drink much as we wanted to remember the night. I asked Mark if I could have a dance with Jane and we both walked up to the dancefloor. She was wearing really slutty clothes; stockings, thigh high boots, micro miniskirt, g-string and a see through top. Many times she grinded against my cock during the dance and it grew harder in my pants.As we danced and my cock grew harder she drew me close,.