Firing rope after rope of scalding cum deep inside of her.My mind went blank. I had a vague sense of falling, and suddenly being cushioned by the warm...st, softest pillow ever made. It took me a minute to realize that I was lying on top of Tasha, my half hard cock, still buried in the heat of her ass. Reluctantly, I pulled myself off of her, and flopped backward into the pillows, when movement caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I watched as a furtive shadow darted away from the. I began to stammer, "I was just... I mean... Look. I'm not gay if that's what..." Bullshit," he cut me off. "You've been staring at my cock for weeks now. Did you think I didn't notice? I'm thinking you're gay." He opened his towel and spread his legs to fully expose that magnificent cock. "Well, here, gay-boy. Take a good look." He rocked his knee as if to invite my voyeurism.I didn't fully grasp what I had gotten myself into and nervously denied being attracted to men - in any way! I was. Her impish face crumpled a cute smile at the very moment I gulped and felt a wave of excitement fall to the pit of my stomach, her eyes narrowing as she nibbled suggestively on her tongue. Slowly bending over her long, straight legs, she wriggled the last item of clothing from her body; I saw her pussy for the first time, a narrow strip of thin black hair only partially hiding the glistening, fleshy pink lips of her womanhood.The music quickened as she strutted towards me, placing a perfectly. “I hope that you have a better management plan than that,” Malcolm said.Dexter said, “Well ... That’s a tricky little thing.”“What?”“The single cup coffee maker will have one person on it. Any supporting engineering activities will be contracted to an independent,” Dexter said.“Do you mean I’d have to do the whole thing?” Malcolm asked. His eyebrows nearly reached his hairline.“More or less,” Dexter answered. “You’d have to work with the engineers over at the plastics company to assure that it.