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I was close to red-lining and if I didn’t fill Jean’s mouth with my hot jizz soon, I was going to blow a fuse. Jean was sucking my cock head and fist-pumping my shaft to beat the band, I was twisting and pulling my screaming nipples and Roy was running his passionate tongue around my lips. Thirty seconds before my impending blast, Roy removed his tongue from my mouth and transferred the tip to my left ear. This allowed me to pant unfettered. My balls began to retract, signaling I was seconds away from nirvana. Just as I closed my eyes and stopped breathing, Roy whispered, “Jean wants you to fuck me.”I heaved my pelvis forward, no doubt abusing Jean’s talented mouth, and grunted like a Neanderthal, “I’m cumming, Baby.” I released my nipples. I grabbed Roy’s face with both hands, planting a kiss on his inviting lips, forcing my tongue between his teeth momentarily. I pulled my tongue out of Roy’s hungry mouth and retracted my dripping cock from Jean’s mouth simultaneously. I simply could not handle any additional stimulation.My legs were rubbery to the point I needed to place my left hand onto Roy’s right shoulder for support. As I looked at Jean, she was in the process of grasping my right hand and moving it toward her face. She rubbed my index and long fingertips over her cum covered chin and then directed sınırsız gaziantep escort them across her lips and into her mouth. In the process, there was no loss of eye contact with me. She slowly sucked on my soiled digits, moving them in and out, as if I had resumed face-fucking her.Unbeknownst to me, Roy had returned to jerking his own cock. As he was leaning in toward Jean’s face, he grabbed my hand, lubed the palm with the precum from his dripping meat, and replaced his fist with mine. I was all in. I pointed Roy’s dick at my fingers that were still violating Jean’s lips. Just as I was roughly jacking out Roy’s jizz, Jean pulled out my fingers and opened her mouth. With perfect timing, she took Roy’s entire load: effectively added his seed to my spunk.Once again, Jean wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. She arose from the Wally World chair and sweetly leaned in and gave us each a peck on the cheek. In hindsight, I was glad for just the peck. I was simply not prepared for a tongue covered in my own spewy, let alone Roy’s.If all this wasn’t weird enough, the craziness then began in earnest. Jean asked for my cell phone. At first, I hesitated, thinking I’m a love ‘em and leave ‘em kinda guy, most comfortable just sticking my gaziantep sınırsız escort bayan salami through a hole in a plywood panel. Here’s a lady, no – a lady and her husband, wanting to get all personal. She again read my mind. “We won’t stalk you. We just want to invite you to our house for drinks.”Against my better judgement, I forked over my cell and Jean pecked in earnest. She handed the phone back, smiled and looked at Roy. I took that as a sign to hit the road.As I exited the arcade, all eyes turned toward me. One of the butt-plug shoppers smiled and gave the thumbs-up sign. I guess Jean, Roy, and I had been a tad too vocal.The rest of the weekend was pretty much a blur. When I wasn’t sleeping, I was either working in the yard or figuring out what to do with two dozen eggs and a bushel basket of fresh vegetables. Donna had forgotten to cancel our co-op delivery before heading out of town. When I looked at the eggs, I thought of Bubba: fried eggs, poached eggs, scrambled eggs, eggs Benedict, egg salad, green eggs and ham, hard-boiled eggs, and deviled eggs. You’ve got the idea. I could eat all these eggs by midweek; but what about kale, turnips, summer squash, asparagus, and parsnips? The answer was pretty easy: just take gaziantep sınırsız escort it all downtown to the homeless shelter.Given that it was Sunday afternoon and four-thirty, traffic was pretty light heading downtown to the soup kitchen. I dropped off the veggies, declined a tax write-off receipt, and got back in the truck. I wasn’t really ready to head home; but what to do? Off in the near distance, I spied the stadium. There were a half dozen sports bars within walking distance of the venue and parking wouldn’t be an issue with the game out of town. I headed over and sure enough, there was an open spot between O’Malley’s and The Dive. I headed into The Dive and grabbed one of the two open stools at the bar. The barkeep was facing the bottles, but I could tell she had one fine ass. Getting beyond her white Tecovas, she was wearing denim cutoffs, cut so short that not only her rear pockets, but also her rear itself were visible. I wasn’t disappointed when she turned around: maybe 5’5” out of her boots, 125# and bolt-on knockers the size of Casaba melons. When I was able to raise my gaze from those miracles of modern medicine, I was greeted by a laugh and the question: “Do you see anything you’d like?” She pointed toward the bottles, but the joke was obvious.I ordered my go-to: a shot of Jack and a bottle of Miller High Life.The game was pretty close to the point that it was actually interesting. I was starting to get the munchies, so I ordered a second Miller and some onion rings. Halfway through the basket of rings, nature called. I asked the location of the john. Sheila (she had volunteered her name when she exchanged my spent bottle for a new one) pointed around the bar and kitchen, then down the hall.

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