However, my poor heart had been shattered so many times, that is where you might find me late on a Saturday night in front of my computer chatting.His...name was Bruno; he's 53, and married. He stood six-two, has salt n pepper hair, and strong European features, and deep blue eyes. He missed the land he grew up in, France. Oh how he longed to visit Paris again. However he was stuck in a dead end job, a loveless marriage, and living in a big eastern metropolis. He longed for the kind of love that. But I took my time, moving my hand along my shaft giving a gentle, but firm, squeeze while moving from the base to the head; then using the downward motion of my head to spread the precum as a lubricant along the rest of my cock. She was picking up her pace by now - one hand rubbing her clit in a circular motion, the other above her head where the camera didn't point. Even though I couldn't see, I knew she was pulling on her hair; she loved the feeling of it, and it always turned her on in a. But, I'll bet you a $100 bucks you can't." I smiled and said "deal."As he played Call of Duty, I moved closer to him and started rubbing and groping his large thighs. I moved even closer and rested my chin on his shoulder and placed my lips on his warm neck. He started laughing and said "I told you..." I interrupted and said "I have one more minute." Fortunately, I remembered that my best friend had told me about his automatic turn on, hot air and moaning in his ear. I moved in closer and. When her hand came into contact with my throbbing hardon through my shorts, it was like a jolt of electricity went through me. I moaned softly. "Oh, yes," she whispered. "That feels like a real man's cock to me. It's about the size of your father's hard dick, Mark." She leaned over me and put a hand on either side of the elastic band of my shorts. She put her fingers under the elastic, and I moved my ass off the bed to let her pull them down. She pulled them across my cock, and there was an.