They praise me for having such a beautiful wife. It's nothing for me to come in from work and find one or more of them leaving. They always like to sh...ake my hand when they do so. Whenever I come home and men are leaving our house, no matter if they shake my hand or are waving bye to me as they are backing our of our driveway, I know my wife will have this burning desire for me to eat her out. Since trust and love go together, I say nothing but show my love by going down on her and doing my part. " Gwen was biting her lip. Stella was crying, but both remained in position on their hands and knees. Gwen's bag was only about half empty when suddenly she bolted upright and started running. She almost made it to the bucket before water and shit began to spew from her. She squatted over the bucket and finished emptying herself. Stella did not begin running until the girl holding her bag yelled, "Empty." Stella made it all the way to the bucket before releasing her smelly load. . "Colonel Snell," he said, "My friends call me 'basher'. You can too." Unusual nickname, 'basher'. Cricket? Bit of a batsman were you? Army days? " I said."No," said Snell. "Before that. School days. Some of my friends seemed to think I had an inordinate fondness for the masturbatory arts. Quite right of course. It's kept me fit for the past sixty years. Can't complain can I?"I was regretting asking. I was keen to change the subject. "Mr Clegg said you had a possible project for us." Yes,". “You have a thing for old ladies?”“No, we have a thing for sluts,” Jack said as he rolled me onto my back. “and this lady is the queen of sluts.”I groaned as I felt his big cock slide into me. Dave’s cock was in my mouth as Jack began thrusting hard into my now wet pussy. Lisa turned away in disgust as I disappeared under the two boys.They each fucked me and I sucked them both to climaxes. As hungry as I was, I eagerly swallowed their cum. I lay on the floor in a pool of sweat as they finally.