The smell of the moldy old canvas hit me like a hammer in the face. Centered in the large room in front of me was a boxing ring. It was old and dusty,...but it was a boxing ring. There was a heavy bag in one corner, and a speed bag in another. I jumped up into the ring, bounded of the ropes and threw a couple of punches at an invisible opponent. “When I was your age, this is where I spent most of my time.” Father Myers said with a wistful sigh. “Why don’t we use it?” I asked. “Come on down,” he. “I’ll have Brad, if you’re monopolising Johnny,” I quipped, and followed suit, sliding my fingers into my knickers, combing through my bush, and finding myself swollen and sopping wet. I let my head fall back, and concentrated on my own pleasure for a little while. Two fingers slipping in and out, so warm and juicy, and knowing that Angie was doing the same a couple of feet away was such a fucking turn on!I purred a bit, Angie gave a sweet little moan. I looked, and she was looking at me! We. I gave some hickey around her shoulder.“I guess the tiger is not fed well for long,” she winked at me with a smile.“I guess it’s time for the keeper to feed the tiger well.”“I am ready to feed the tiger as he wants. My bedroom is waiting for it.”I took her in my arms and headed to her room. All the way I was kissing her lips as if I was never going to get this opportune moment again. I threw her on the bed.I came upon her and removed her satin nighty. My married client’s lovely pairs were out. It doesn't take long before the hand on my hip finds its way to my chest and under my sports bra, rolling my left nipple between your fingers. After a few minutes, your hand leaves my body completely. I feel you shift and realize you have pulled your shorts off. You press your erection between my ass cheeks and rock your hips forward, at the same time pulling my hips back. You moan lightly with the friction. After a few moments of this pass, I feel your hand move down and spread my cheeks, your.