The cool water felt refreshing as I soaped up my body and I thought of what I witnessed. After several moments of nipple pinching, I slid one hand slo...ly down my chest. Reaching my throbbing cock, I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft and a soft moan escaped my mouth. I began a slow up-and-down motion, lightly squeezing the shaft. Reaching the mushroom head, I rubbed gently and smeared the pre-cum around the smooth skin. My breathing quickened as I pumped the blood-engorged shaft.Thoughts. "I'm Stacie and this is my husband Cole," my wife exclaimed as I moved the chair out for her and took a seat next to her. Her hands found mine, betraying a bit of the nervousness that her face hid so well."I'm Mike and this is my wife Lindsey," the man said, putting his hand out first to me then to Stacie. I could tell Stacie was impressed by his grip and she no doubt wondered if all his attributes were so strong. I smiled, almost in anticipation."Is this your first time here?" Mike asked, his. .. ‘ Cindy giggled as I pulled her by the hand to the back door of my family’s house. The back porch light was on, and moths fluttered about it anxiously. We paused in front of the door, the fresh chill of the night air stirring around us. Cindy’s arms reached around my neck as she stood on tiptoe to kiss me, smiling and trying not to giggle. My arms encircled her waist and pulled her strongly into my body.‘Ah... ‘ Her giggles dissolved into a soft moan against my mouth as my tongue pushed past. I suddenly felt like slapping his pasty face. “Fifty nine percent?” “Got any complaints, see me in my office.” “I’ll be there alright. Don’t you worry.” “Good, I look forward to hearing your excuses.” “I haven’t got any.” “Then you’ll have to show me how you’re going to fix them.” The pervert’s voice was layered with dirty undertones. I’ve never fucked an old man and I can’t see it being much fun. During lunchtime I usually spend my time in a riverfront bar, hoping for a rich footballer to.