He just told me to knock three times on the wooden door, that he would be behind it and that I had to take a right as soon as he opened. He was well behind the door, I just had time to see that it opened onto a garden, a lawn, in the distance a terrace, a veranda, something very clean, tidy, mom's corner. He added in the message, don't mess around, don't go straight, I don't want my wife to see you. So I took a right and found myself in a workshop, not too bright, not too clean, but not dirty either, nor dark, a corner that we like. He closed the door, he took the package from me, he dropped it almost immediately, and with his big hand, he made me bend down. The effective kind. I got on my knees, he undid his pants, he pulled down his underwear so quickly that I didn't have time to imagine what was in them and in fact, I didn't have to since I had before my eyes his good thick cock, not too long but very knotty and I just had to do what I know how to do and what he had made me come for, I swallowed it, the cock, I swallowed it like an ace. He liked it straight away. Go ahead, continue, he said, like that yes, you're a good female dog go ahead, it's good make it harden she's just waiting for that. It started to swell. That's when his phone vibrated. The guy, he grunted, I can't think of any other words, he grunted, he left his big cock in my mouth and I understood that he was turning around to try to get his phone, but the phone was down too far away for him to do two things at once: get fucked and read her message. I let his cock go. He turned around and, with his briefs and pants around his ankles, he moved to a workbench at the back of the workshop. I could see his big ass, a little soft and hairy and I wonder if he didn't prolong the reading of the message so that I could continue to admire it. My cock was getting impatient in my panties but I didn't intervene because it's the kind of impatience that makes her as slutty as ever and she only knows how to do one thing in this case, get wet, wet. Wet. He put the phone down, he pulled up his pants, bending over so that I could see, from behind, his two beautiful bearded balls, he pulled up his pants, he turned around, I followed him with my eyes turning around without getting up. He told me: you don't move from there.He went out, leaving the workshop door open. I suppose he wasn't afraid that Mom would come home and that it also pleased him to leave the door open so that his visitor could see straight away what was going on. He opened the garden gate and that's exactly what I thought, he had a visitor who must have been in the habit of turning right as soon as he passed the gate. A visitor, the prospect of a guy on his knees like that, his mouth open - also because I never wanted to close my mouth when the old man withdrew his cock - was a prospect that would please him. And that was the case. The guy entered the workshop in front of the old man and said: I see that I'm doing well. Don't worry, tell me. -A good pumper, he insisted on coming, he's in need of cock, I couldn't refuse. If I had known you were coming I would have warned him. What a funny idea I thought. To warn me. I like surprises and the old man plus his friend is the kind of surprise that I love above all else. The guy, the second one, leaned towards me. I looked at him from below, he brought his face level with mine and took my chin with one hand, he lifted it a little like one does to a good dog and he look at. When he said nothing, I opened my mouth again. Obviously he liked it because he said I seemed like a good female dog even though I wasn't his type but that didn't really matter today since he had an urgent need to empty oneself. He added that's why I stopped by unexpectedly. Obviously I did well. The first, the old man, got back in front of me, he pulled down his pants, he pulled down his underwear, he handed me his cock again and I went back to work. I think she had become better than the first time, but I think it was due to the fact that the other one was watching me come and go. The old man's cock had a taste for what is good and which is only beginning to be good. -Damn he pumps well he said and I tried to look aside to see what the other was doing but I couldn't. Obviously, he was doing nothing, nothing other than watching. -Come on, the old man said as he left, take care of my friend. He was about the same age as the old man but he was taller and skinnier too. He was wearing Bermuda shorts and I had seen his paws and arms when he passed the garden gate, white paws like his arms, covered with black hair. He undid his Bermuda shorts, the Bermuda shorts fell to his ankles and he presented his cock like that without dragging, with a smell of piss but very small the smell, just what was needed to finish making me turn around. head. Because you can imagine, seeing his tail like that all of a sudden, past the Bermuda shorts, you would think that I had lost my mind.He shoved it into me. I can't say that I swallowed it or that I opened my mouth, no, he was the one who took matters into his own hands. He grabbed my mouth with his very white and hairy hands, he parted my jaws as if he wanted to check the state of my teeth, as if my teeth had been fangs, and he put his machine in the oven. A long tail, less thick than that of the old man, very veiny. He kept his hands on my head and he was the one who moved me back and forth. I tried to look a little to the side and I saw a little more clearly when he pushed me away: he had hairs up to the top of his thighs, very black and dry hairs on his white skin. But I didn't have time to linger because he wouldn't let me go and he pushed his hardening cock into me as deep as he could go. So much so that I quickly wanted to vomit. I moaned but I made sure that no one knew upstairs if I was moaning with pleasure or because I was going to return my breakfast. The old man, the first, gave me a slap on the lower back and I understood that I had to continue pumping his friend and raise my rear end. That's the kind of thing I know how to do well. I undid my belt and my fly. The old man grabbed my pants, pulled them down quickly, and did the same with my underwear, as if I was wearing something feminine and it was urgent to rape me. He slapped me on the buttock immediately, it must have been impossible for him to repress. I'm sure he hadn't taken the time to look yet. But I have a nice little smooth ass. Even at my age, I must say I have lost none of my seduction in that regard. Nothing in particular happened. For a short time during which I continued to come and go on the visitor's machine. On the side of my ass, nothing happened. I grabbed each of my buttocks with my hands since the guy I was blowing was holding me well, since he wanted to lose me by letting me fall, and I spread my buttocks to show off my rosette. -Nice thing the old man said and I liked it. A compliment like that made me happy. Nice he said again and I felt that his friend was craning his neck and that he couldn't see and that it annoyed him a little to have to stop for a while going back and forth without being able to look at what was there. so pretty on that side. -Don't stop kidding me that he said as if I was responsible for the slowdown and I wasn't kidding about that because he still had two big hands and even though they were hairy like me like, I didn't want to get slapped.The old man gave me a finger on the puck. He started again several times. Between two passages, he had to wet his finger and he had to watch with pleasure what his good big finger was gently arousing. Because that's all he did, looking and swiping. I can say that I felt an electricity run through my body, from my mouth blocked by a very stiff cock to my ass which was being tickled like that while admiring it. To think that you can torture people by passing electricity through their bodies. In my case, if I had had something to confess, it would have been enough to stop tickling my rosette and remove the thing I had in my mouth for me to confess everything, if that made it possible. that all this, the finger on my washer, the cock in my mouth, it never stops. The guy in front resumed his coming and going. And the guy behind him stopped. Maybe he has more saliva I thought, or maybe he has an imagination. That's it, the guy had imagination. He must have l ...

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