‘What are you grinning about?’ Jamila snapped impatiently. Without a word, she grabbed his hand and pulled him to the bathroom. She locked the doo... after him and began to strip him off his clothes. After that, John turned on the tap and tested the water. When it was mild enough, he closed the tap and climbed into the tub. He watched as his wife grab scented liquids and powders, pour them into a bowl, stir the concoction vehemently before she turned to him with a deep scowl. His wife was always. But instead, he led me into a garage. Pleasantries were minimal. I might have said, “hi.” He may have as well. But all I remember at this point is that his sweatpants were pulled down and a semi- yet mostly erect cock was out in the open, waiting for a mouth to suck it. I don’t remember getting to my knees, but I remember feeling his cock tickling my gag reflex.I sucked him on my knees with him standing for a bit. Then, he sat down on a hammock and I continued administering my tongue and. She came time after time after time - each time I applied some pressure with my tongue, licking furiously, it would set her off into yet another intense, pulsating, girating, screaming fucking orgasm. This chick was fucking hot and not so innocent, it seemed.She then grabbed my head, uttered the words "69, now!", and she laid back spread-eagled on my bed. I rose above her, my head hovering over her pussy, my hard cock descending on her mouth, which came up to meet my hardness and then absolute. A couple of times I felt the barber lean against me briefly and this added to the wonderful feeling of being pampered. When I sat up he used the towel to vigorously rub my hair dry and then I moved to the chair in front of the mirror.As the barber trimmed my hair he chatted away in a southern Irish lilt that I found rather sexy. Again I felt him lean against me. His crouch definitely against my elbow. Looking in the mirror at him I moved my arm a little and I watched him respond by moving his.