It was Jeanne."Hi Bob (name changed to prevent the cyber gang-stalking rapists from finding me), it's Jeanne." she started. She sounded pretty chippe... and it raised my spirits that a woman could seem even the least bit interested in me. Her son Rick was going out that night and she was free....maybe we could have that drink? I quickly agreed and we set a time to meet at the pub around the corner from her house. I must have been over-excited because I got to the pub 30 minutes early. I. I groaned softly watching her work on me. Our kisses were passionate and our tongues flicked in and out of each other's mouths. Now and then as I stroked a nipple or stroked her thigh in the right way, she would softly moan into my mouth, pushing me further into ecstasy. As much as I loved the feeling of her hand, I stopped her and laid her down along the bench. I lifted the flap of her loin cloth to reveal tiny white panties, almost translucent, soaked with her juices. With her nearside leg. She felt… disgusting. ———————————————— Ian finally called Sara that night, two hours after he dropped her home on his bike. Their first phone call! ‘You are coming to work tomorrow right?’ ‘Yes for the fiftieth time.’ Sara could hear Ian laugh and his laughter sounded wonderful even when relayed through the phone. ‘I just want to make sure.’ For a minute, they were silent and Sara was content with just that. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow then,’ Ian said, breaking the silence and making Sara wish they. " It was such a huge turn on to give his asshole a tongue bath. While I had my tongue buried in his hot asshole I heard Damon say, "I remember how much you loved to eat cum bitch. Are you ready for a hot load down your throat?" "Hell Yes", was my response.Anthony stood up to face me. He told me to reach around and put both of my hands on his ass and not remove them until he told me too. I got a firm group and he put both hands on my head and told me to open my mouth. He slid into me and.