As both were in their fifties, their bodies were quite soft, but they looked fantastic, as their long cocks pointed at me from their neatly trimmed, grey pubic hair.

Moving my dress to one side, Keith ushered me back onto the sofa, were I sat between them. Roger kissed me, then guided my head down to his thick and bulbous knob. I gripped onto the shaft as I opened my mouth to take the first couple of inches in, I felt like a whore as I began bobbing my head, forcing as much lovely cock into my mouth as I could take, sucking like my life depended on it. I...