Another married couple watching us fucking. A red faced teenage boy watching us fucking a week later. His mouth was wet and warm, like a vagina around Brady’s erection, his lips and tongue, living, roving, pieces of sexual pleasure for him. In the pics, even flaccid his cock was huge. The three-way stage: an extra woman for us to share, or alternately an extra man for us to share. He really was a beautiful boy, my first choice of the four boys, telling myself I must have him, instant chemistry, as I held his gaze, while he smiled at me as he teased his erection for me. Without saying a word the Concierge lifted his twelve-inch ruler off his desk and stood it on end. We have been through a number of stages in our kinky, perverted sex lives. Secretly wanting him and the Conciege to enjoy watching Lennox fucking me. Your choice honey, a boy or a girl?”
The boy I chose was so exciting for both of us.