“I don’t suppose there is any harm in looking at it” Jessie replied. Sex “No I spoke to young Jeremy and we think we have a solution,” Tom explained, “You’re over sexed, now obviously much as I’d like I can’t sort you out but I have done a rota and I reckon between the directors we can juggle things so they can spend a hour a day shaggimg you.”
“And you didn’t think to ask me first?” Jessie demanded. Poor old Tom looked ill, “You all right Mr Arkwright?” Jessie asked. Her eyes widened as she saw he did indeed have a woody fit for a Donkey, “Oh gosh, sorry!” she spluttered. But it was hard work, she needed a rest so she climbed off Alan and left the room to put the kettle inthe small kitchen area on for a cup of coffee, before returning and sitting back on Alan’s cock. “Poor pussy is hungry for cock,” she explained, “Will you feed her please?”
Poor Alan, his cock was rigid, just like Toms had been, Jessie stepped forward and wrenched his zipper down and undid the top stud so she could pull his jeans down. “Yer making it worse,” Tom whined as he undid his fly and let his tool loose. Poor Tom, he sat there with his cock at haft mast, over excited
