1. Old man and Shoolgirls


    Date: 4/26/2017, Categories: First Time, Group Sex, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    "Yes, OK. Give me a hand up off the sofa" was encouraging if not enthusiastic. In fact, I helped her up, grasping her left hand, my first bodily contact with either girl. She was surprised, but not revolted, which was nice. "This way, girls". I led the way up the stairs. It would have been nice to follow them, just for the view, but I'd see all that soon, anyway. Jean followed, glass in hand, shooed up the stairs by Fiona. I took them to the back bedroom, which was only overlooked by low-flying aircraft, a factor in my choice of property in the first place. The layout was very similar to the lounge, even the music was the same, except that the comfy chair faced the double bed. Once I'd taken the chair, there really was only one place for the girls to sit. In fact, Jean didn't even think about it until she'd plunked herself down opposite me and a little to my left. By the time she did, Fiona was sitting beside her, leaving no room for manoeuvre. "Do you want us to... I mean... now" asked Fiona, with the air of one girding her loins prior to ungirding them, if you see what I mean. "No rush, Fiona, love", I murmured. "Finish your drinks first, if you like". To my absolute gobsmacked amazement, it was Jean who spoke first. Maybe she was less accustomed to strong drink or, just maybe,there was something bubbling under that quiet surface. "I think I've had quite enough to drink. Which of us do you want to go first, or do you want us to do it together?" I honestly couldn't tell ...
    whether it was determination to be done with a disagreeable task or something deeper. Neither could Fiona. She looked at her friend as if she'd sprouted horns. "But I thought I'd agreed I'd go first - we did toss for it, Jean". No "J" there; her gob was as smacked as mine. With the clear enunciation of one who's had just a smidgen too much to drink, she explained "Yes, Fi, but it really is Adam's choice. After all, he is paying". She looked at me, confident of my agreement. I had just remembered to shut my mouth, something that had yet to occur to Fiona. "No, I think I'll go along with you girls' decision. How about Fiona strips first, then you, then we decide who does what next? Unless you really want to go first, that is?" I had the strange feeling I was losing control of this; maybe the wine was getting to me too. It was a lot stronger than my usual scrummy... "No, that's all right, Adam. I just wanted you to know that it's your choice. Off you go, Fi!" Fiona was now doubly gobsmacked; she clearly wasn't used to being bossed by her friend, but she recovered bravely. She stood up a couple of feet from me (that's half a metre for you youngsters) and apologised to me. "Sorry about the grotty clothes". She'd noticed that I'd noticed, then. "I told my mum I was going jogging. There's a surprise to come, though". She smiled bravely, but with that glint that I'd noticed before. She started with her daps (OK, trainers, if you insist). An odd choice, but she seemed more at ease when ...
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