He moaned, seemingto enjoy knowing I responded to just one finger.We chatted a bit, although I don’t remember what about – work maybe. Irolled ove... and started doing the same motion on his belly, where Inoticed a scar. That got us talking about our scars and my tattoos. Ican’t decide if he likes them or not. He says they aren't offensive, buthe also hasn't said they turn him on.Before long I was between his legs, licking his thighs and then hisballs and finally his now rather soft cock. There’s. It became our custom for me to toss him a bottle of Gatorade every day and for him to make small talk while he drank it. Although I was seated, Chris still keyed up from the run would pace while we chatted. As we chatted, he would often pause with his crotch only inches from my face and leave it there as we talked. It was all I could do not to keep my mouth off of him.Chris’s deck had an outdoor shower for rinsing off the sand before going in the house. One day after I’d handed him his . I was feeling very slutty having a stranger, let alone the Sheriff watching me and now Mr. Miller was telling me to let him piss me. Mr. Miller had never let another man touch me and I was turned on. I opened my mouth right away looking up at Sheriff Owen. Sheriff Owen swallowed but his eyes ran over me straying to my tits, then to Dukes muzzle buried in my crotch. He slowly unzipped his pants, eyes glued to Duke eating my little snatch and pulled out his semi-hard cock. It was fatter than Mr.. He found the snap and the zipper of her jeans and tugged the heavy denim from over her hips and downward dragging them down her thighs. He slipped her shoes off and pulled her jeans off both legs to fall in the floor between them. He leaned to kiss the softness of the center of her panties and dragged them downward… feeling her arch her back to make room for them to slide off her butt. He could only unbuckle his belt and unsnap his pants. She unzipped him and gathering his briefs with his pants.