I will go first. I have one foot on a low stool, always an exciting option. The next day Sarah had the phone on speaker talking to Todd. Sarah, is of French descent, in her mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from me, bi-sexual, though she didn’t need a great deal of prompting. “You must be Todd,” Sarah smiled as we both looked closely at him. Did I mention we are bi-sexual? “That eighteen-year old boy has a hold on all of us.”
“That was so good,” Sarah told me afterwards. Todd and I chose similar, sexy black jock straps, as we sat looking closely at each other’s almost naked bodies. Occasionally we have another woman instead of a man to pleasure us both, same rules apply. And I know it is for you.”
When he arrived Sarah insisted on providing maximum impact. “Me and you, an eighteen-year old toyboy with a body to die for and his glamorous aunty, twenty-years younger than us. She had her hands on a wall mirror, bracing herself, looking over her shoulder at Todd, as I slowly lifted her dress to her waist, before I grasped her hips, then licked and kissed each of her magnificent, naked ass cheeks in turn.
