I tried to adjust my penis so it is not point up. Then my wife pulled out her phone and said ‘Why are you two so gay and talking about penis?’ She...showed us the Hmong porn on here where two hmong guys were fighting to fuck this hmong girl. My wife said that, ‘Babe, I bet you’re long like the first guy that fucked the girl or are you short like the second guy?’ Out of no where, my friend came from the other couch to us and watched and said,’I’m the first guy and Xong is the second one.’ We. Contact, warm body. I felt bolder tonight and quickly got my bearings. I was resting my fingers on her waist, trying to find the bottom of her t-shirt. I was pleased to discover it was pushed up again and I was soon underneath it, caressing her soft skin. I ran my fingers over her taught stomach and snaked upwards, trying to ease the T-shirt up with my arm. I was soon on her rib cage, and the between her breasts, my hand rising and falling with her breath, my eyes glued to her head, watching. And maybe, just maybe, we might get a king whose claim to fame isn't who his mother slept with."Kennedy's mind was running in a thousand different directions. It quickly realized the conundrum in the last sentence. "I thought kings..." she paused, unsure how to say it."True, Miss Kennedy, very true. However, like your people, we ignore such things in polite company. Now you know far too much about the politics of the Roma. Please, you reflected the geas back on me. Have a heart!" I didn't do. You are hyperventilating. And then you are still. I straddle your chest. In your eyes, I can deep pools of passion that could drown a man. My heart is your for the taking. Sitting over your chest, I knead your neglected breasts. My goal is to work you to a second orgasm. Sitting as I am, my growing cock gaps my shorts. You can see my hairy balls tight against my body. My cock strains for release. You know I want you. You can see the relentless sea in my blue eyes ready to pound on your sweet.