Without prompting, she dropped her hands. Lyle let out a groan of disappointment. “Relax, gentlemen.” She took a cushion from one of the seats and dropped it in front of the men, lowering herself to her knees before them. Their hardened cocks bobbed in the night air, sticking through the opening in their boxers. Farrin took each man in hand and began to stroke them. First she licked Van then Lyle. Back and forth between the two, she settled on her heels, and started to make love to their erections. Each drop of pre-cum was lapped up greedily. Farrin never knew she could become so relaxed. Both men stood tall, accepting her mouth and hands. She glanced up and knew she never wanted this to end. As she looked back to their crotches, she glanced down and saw her breast exposed. It was just another level of excitement, she decided, baring herself before them. Then she remembered she still had the best surprise to come.“Farrin, finish off Lyle, please.” Van sounded so formal, she almost laughed, but concentrated on bringing Lyle to orgasm.
