"Wow, Donna. You are a supermodel, I'm sure you could even get the ladies to love that," he put on the record. Then I began moving around to model it ...or him. A small dance commenced, as his eyes followed my boobs. Even as I lowered myself to my knees multiple times, his eyes never lost track my boobs. "Oh my, I've been missing out," he moaned, with his right hand down his pants. A cheesing smile appeared on his face, as his hand looked busy. I hadn't seen his teeth like that in a long while by. And then- we both burst into laughter. Plain, old laughter. It felt so good to be able to laugh with him. I knew it was okay. He wasn’t angry or upset. We were okay, and that meant the world to me; his friendship meant the world to me, he, meant the world to me. “Well I never thought we would ever do, well, something like that” he said as soon as our laughter subsided. “I know, it was… surreal” “That it was” he concluded longingly “You know, I liked it” “I liked it” And so again, with only. Getting them lubricated with her honey which was dripping from her. Slowly, one finger was replaced by two fingers as I spread her lips and exposed her tunnel of love. Her moans were becoming increasingly louder as her long manicured nails dug into my scalp.A slight kiss on her inner thigh got her to spread her legs. Reaching through her legs and over her ass, I could tell it was as firm as her legs.Using my tongue and mouth all the while, her kitty was giving all her honey I could use. I. I drove into the back of the shop and waited. After some time, Gorilla Man came, bearing two huge carpets in his arms and I could see his biceps bulging from the load. He removed the two carpets in the car in one fell swoop. I could see that he was damn strong as it had taken both Abdullah and Mustafa to get them into the car. I opened the trunk and Gorilla Man put the new carpets in. As I was closing the trunk, he stood behind me and suddenly shoved his big, meaty hand down my shorts. I.