Sara first when they were together then Megan when she was younger and growing tits.Keith was upset with them both. He asked them what was going on. M...egan told him nothing. Sara told him bullshit she was jealous of her and had no reason to be. Keith told Sara perhaps she needed to know the truth.Sara sat Megan down and told her the truth also. At first, it seemed ok but things soon changed. As that story lied twisted in her mind as she believes I still love the same man she does, not Keith but. I slowly stroked each throbbing cock, feeling them grow in my hands as I knew what they were about to do. I was about to become their sandwich and I wanted all they could give. Taking the cock in the rear, I pressed it against my tight brown hole until I felt his thick knob trying to gain entry. Squeezing the base tight, I began to push the head inside as he lifted my legs into the air. He began thrusting it in hard until it was lodged deeply in my stretched asshole, making me squeal like a. Her face wore a frustrated look now but just then her hand found the bolted lock and she unfastened it. She heard the heavy click of it open. She flung open the heavy oak door and walked out into the cool early morning. There was low- lying fog in the air.Her feet led her down the cobblestone walk and then onto the wet expanse of grass down a narrow sandy path bordered by tall sea grass. She kept on walking as if in some kind of weird trance, almost floating down onto the huge craggy rocks that. Now her hair flawed down her back, almost to the tip of her rich, firm ass. Not an ounce of flab showed. She looked like a woman half her age."Ah, my darling, this is one of my favorites." She tossed the object to her daughter.The object was soft and pliable. It had two ends, both shaped like a prick.She felt the rubber-like texture. It had dozens of deep cuts etched all around its sides."My god, Mommie!" Gerta groaned. "What is it? It looks like a double-ended prick!" Exactly!" Her mother.