She agreed. then she ask me. what if it is someone i know? do i mind? i pretend to be guessing and i ask her. is it Mark? i didnt want her to feel it ...as a confrontation so i quickly ask her if Mark's fucking good enough for her. did she enjoy it? was he excited to be able to fuck her? i make her felt that i welcome the idea with cheeky tones in my voice. She finally ADMIT! she said yes. it is Mark. she ask me if im mad? i said no. in fact im glad it is him. if im sharing her with anothet man, . .While I massage your penis in my one hand, you are so close we have a 69 ' is where I can licking your nice dick, while you are playing and mass produce my clitoris until I come, asks you to take my from behind slowly, that I can how is, and it's just mark the inside, and you drag it out and in again, sometimes, to see your beautiful cock ... and you would like to me as you slowly knep even get pleasure to mark my pussy clamping units on your dick ... for you see where the juice flowing on. His hands helped my boobs out of the confines of my top and unclasped my bra at the front. My big boobs spilled out and Robbie started to squeeze them. He broke off our kiss to move his mouth to my nipples, where he licked and sucked them passionately while continuing to squeeze them, more firmly now than before. My nipples were on fire and this fire had spread out of control to my pussy. Robbie and I separated and we undressed each other fully. We kissed briefly again, but my petulant pussy. Allen was a perfectly straight looking and acting male with no outward signs of his sexual orientation unless he wanted to show it. He had a very fine ‘queen’ persona that he at times used for the amusement of others, and himself. He was a very handsome redhead who dressed well and pretty much got what or who he wanted. He was at ease in any setting, including a lesbian club. Allen loved to dance and was good at it. He danced with perhaps eight women and two other guys even though he dismissed.