I felt her hand feeling my returning hardon. …Damn that feels sa good, I like feelin you there Barry. she said. Slowly she rolled me on my back and...slid down under the sheet. She slowly stroked me. Soon I felt her give my hardon a kiss, then more kisses, then her tongue was all over it. Over the head went her lips went as she stroked me. No one had taught her to do this, she just did what came to her mind. She finished and kissed her way around my balls and then up my tummy she came, out of. Summer is “me time” to get myself back in shape by running and stand up paddleboarding. Also, I hate tan lines. We live in Southern California; our house is on a cul de sac. We’re lucky to have a pool in the back yard. Our back yard is secluded; only one house has a view into the pool area. Our neighbors, Keith and Sarah, both work so they’re not home during the day. They’re younger and, like ourselves, are a “two-incomes-no-kids” family. After a run, I like to cool off in the pool. I usually. "Get on your knees, slut! Suck my cock!" I got down on my knees. He grabbed my head and started to fuck my mouth hard. I took him deeper and deeper into mouth. I was slurping on his cock, and his creamy cum slid down my throat. "Lexie, you and I are going to be great friends." If you suck and fuck me, you can do whatever you want here!" "Really, anything?" "Yes, you just need to fuck me daily and you can do you whatever you want.” "Okay, Mr. Jackson that sounds fair." "Get dressed,. Later on that evening I found myself knocking on Timothy’s front door. I had memorized my way over to the house and it didn’t take long to find it again. He looked confused at first, but as soon as he saw me his face began to glow and welcomed me into the house. There was an attempt to clean up with a broom leaning against the living room wall and a garage bag half full of beer cans. Pat was one of the few accessories in the room, lying on the couch, which helped furnish the vaguely empty room..