In a bit of a daze, I reached my hand over to Dale’s hard-on and started running my fingers up and down its entire length, softly rubbing the head for a second or two before re-tracing his shaft down to its base. The two of them kept pumping away, which seemed oddly synchronized, as they emptied their nut sacks into my mouth and cunt. Dale did normal weekend type stuff, and I started cleaning the house, while waiting for my husband to get home from his business trip. I was wearing a sun dress with thong panties and no bra, so they pretty much had full access to whatever they wanted. Everything pretty much stopped when Troy and Dale went off to college, except for the few occasions when Dale was home between semesters. I was only wearing a thin robe, but Dale needed help up to his room, so Troy and I both dragged him up the stairs and plopped him on his bed. You jerked off Dale this morning, so we’re all kind of wrapped
