But don't stick it in. I don't take anything in my ass. I'm not gay like you." At one point I had pulled out my own dick hoping to bring myself off. ...But Kevin's cock required my mouth and both hands. So I continued to work as my dick dripped. Things changed when he stopped giving me instructions. He grabbed my hair and rammed that hot thick pipe into my mouth, into my throat. No longer was I a worker. I became a receptacle. I stroked his hole and tickled his balls until torrents of cum filled. The divorce was granted by the court on our wedding anniversary. (The odds are 364:1 and considering 365 random things probably happen each day, it's not as unlikely as you might think.) There were a few days of good marriage, followed by twelve years of hell. For the last few years we slept in separate rooms and lived separate lives. I finally swallowed my pride/shame and admitted defeat. I left the marriage because it was the only sane thing left to do. It was that or continuing to live with. Being by long the youngest, I was immediately ready for more. We lay there one of the older guys to each side and I started fondling their cocks in order to have more fun. Very quickly I had one mouth around my cock and hands coming from both sides fondling my balls and probing my ass. I wasn’t complaining! I went for Mike cock that just had returned to the right size and started pulling him to turn around in order to let me suck him. George was in charge of my cock!Things started to. He squeezes back to show the feeling is very much mutual. They walk to the bedroom hand in hand. He closes the door behind them as he slips off his work clothes. While he's standing vulnerable in the middle of the room she approaches him and stares into his sparkling eyes. He slowly strips her piece by piece his eyes full of desire. When all of her clothing join his on the floor they walk hand and hand into the shower. He lights the candles that are along the shower wall she turns out the.