Who knows what else I would need my energy for this weekend. Simon squirmed and ran his fingers through my hair, obviously enjoying the attention. Where Roddy’s skin was honey colored, Simon’s was strawberries and cream, smooth white tinged with a rosy glow. “Not today, Mickey. “Oh God, Roddy, what are you up to?” I asked, as Roddy began to lick and kiss my toes. A third ejaculation would leave me raw, but Roddy would be up to another fourth or fifth. Where Roddy had lovely hazel brown eyes, Simons were icy blue, fringed with dark lashes. Then Simon looked at me, and with a sweet smile said, “Roddy’s told me all about Harry, and he and I are just going to have a bit of a chat. “Not all. Will you be around?” Roddy asked, as he tied up his Adidas. God, my little bunny was a sex tiger.
