“Why don’t you take off those clothes and join us.”“Don’t go changing the subject,” Ashe seethes. Her face is red with anger. Why am I so ...ngry? For some reason the anger she is feeling is not because the girl is being reckless. Am I feeling jealous?“I think y’all got some issue to work out,” Denise interrupts. “And Ashe is my boss, so I think I need to get going.”“Not so fast,” Rin says stopping the strokes to squeeze the bull’s cock, hard.“Stay,” Ashe commands. What the hell did I just say. As I sit here hearing and smelling her, I'm reaching into my pants and touching the tip of my penis, feeling the slick moisture starting to leak out. It always happens like this. I get hard fantasizing about her, then later go to the restroom to masturbate... I don't know what made me go to the Concord Pavillion on that day. I knew there was a classical music concert there, but actually going to concerts was not something I ordinarilly did. Yet there I was, drawn to go on a sunny Saturday. However, when I opened the door, who I saw was really unexpected. It was Canelo.“Canelo! What are you doing here?” I said with obvious surprise.Although the lighting behind him made him look a little bit darker, I instantly recognized him. He was wearing a t-shirt, beach trunks, a pouch strapped around his hips and sandals. He was also holding two beers.He handed me one of the Heinekens and said “Hi, I was on the beach celebrating that I’m leaving tomorrow… and I finally got the courage. Laying back I see Sheri position herself between my legs. Opening her mouth she takes the entire length of my cock deep into her. Toes curl, eyes roll back in sockets, God did it feel good. Tightening her lips around the base of my cock she starts to suck as she withdraws it from her mouth. Nearing the head she reverses her direction and once again pulls it deep into her throat. Again she backs off but this time a little quicker. Down again but faster, then up again. Down, up, down, up,.