I've got it all worked out, Deb, it'll be between the cake and the first dance."Deb laughed hard enough to actually wheeze for air. "Okay, Lenore. One...o'clock, okay?" Hi, Gunny. What's new?" Deb was hoping he'd tell her about the car."I wanted to be sure I could borrow Kostowe this afternoon, Deb. But I need two things from you – Kate and Dan's phone number, I'm on the cell phone in the car, and I need a phone number for Junior." Junior? You're going all out Gunny." Deb, I'm leaving nothing at. Jack's bedroom had only one bed, whereas Tommy's had two.Jack heard Tommy's heavy breathing and figured he had gone to sleep. As he lay on his back thinking about Taylor, he absentmindedly stroked himself through his boxers. Before he knew it, he was sporting a full hard-on. He almost never masturbated when Tommy was sleeping over, although several times he was so horny that he took the chance once he felt certain that Tommy had gone to sleep. Jack's cock was so hard that he thought this might. His name was Bernard, a widowed black man in his mid-50's living with his teenage daughter. He is a choreographer at the local art academy in his town. He is tall, with long dread hair pulled back and a smoothly shaven hairless ripped body so chiseled that every muscle are just picture perfect. Then there was his ebony Adonis of a cut cock! Long, almost as thick as a beer can, full of veins, slight curve to the right, no hair and one thick mushroom head that I wanted to pop it's way inside me. "Pretty good?" I said with a mock pained expression on my face."Ok, that was great. Are you happy now?" she asked. I moved up the couchand laid down next to her. I leaned my head down and rested it on herchest."Yes, I am."---I awoke to a rather odd and pleasurable sensation.We'd moved to the bedroom, stripped and collapsed. Neither of us had hadthe energy for more exertion so simply feel asleep in a soft embrace.I threw back the covers to see Noelle's head on my crotch moving up anddown.