She rode him as slowly as she could, prolonging the feeling. Isabel’s tits were in line with Steve’s mouth. He took them, one at a time, sucking, ...icking, nibbling, anything he could do to get her hot. Her strokes became a little faster as he increased his pace on her nipples. Steve’s hands snaked around her body, grabbing her ass. He gave her a few light swats as she continued riding, light moans escaping her mouth. He was kneading the fleshy cheeks he loved to fuck. Isabel rode a little. I felt her shudder and cling to me a little tighter. She needed to hear that she was still desirable. She needed to know that someone still thought of her as a woman and not just the single mother of a young toddler. I continued to reassure her she was still desirable."I don't know how many nights I dreamt of you Carol, dreamt of holding you just like this, dreamt of kissing you... and dreamt of..." What Tommy? What did you dream of?" I wanted to tell her that I dreamt of fucking her into a. ... I reply do I look like a simple person. She laughed and we proceeded to the champagne room. When we got back there she asked if I wanted a handjob. I replied hell yeah and she said it would cost in additional 40 dollars. I told her let's do it. She whipped out my cock and wraps her black and around it. I instantly got hard and was playing with her titties and told her how much I would love to feel my cock between them. Ahe said she can do that and wrap them chocolate titties around my. He doesn't think she should do it, but she insists, and he is not above making money from her. I was hired as the "talent" for a party. My particular "talent" was to pretend I was an eighth grader, little Brenda the "nympho" and to eagerly do any kind of sex thing that anybody there could imagine, with exceptions for poop, or blood or barf. Some guys actually get off by having a woman puke on them. Barf was high on my list of things I would never do, no matter how much money they offered me. I.