After exchanging phone numbers, my phone rings at work. It is Ray; I steeped outside for some privacy. First question after hello, Ray said, "Do you s...allow or spit?" That was a direct question from Ray, but I understood why he is asking. I responded boastfully, "I like letting a man shoot off in my mouth and having him tell me to swallow his load." By the sound of his voice, he seemed please with my answer. Ray continued, "Good; I am a straight man, and not interested in sucking any cock. I. His 10 inch cock touching my cheek, was like a heating pad against my skin."Whoa! Easy there Marty. We are in public," He said stepping back an grabbing his pants."Please, I need to lick your ball," I said pleading."I knew you'd like that! Have at it cocksucker," he said stepping back in. gripping his pants in case we were disturbed.It hung in my face half hard and glistening on the tip. I leaned in extending my tongue, lifting the head and tasting his hot sweaty rod. I opened my mouth and took. She asked the usual question of what I was looking for and made small talk with some laughter. I told her if she was comfortable with it I could stop by and pay her a visit later so we could spend some time and have a drink. She had to go because she was finally in the mall. She told me to text her a couple pictures and that she’ll text me when she gets home. I text her the pictures and she started giving me a hard time saying I look so young like I’m 16, etc. I let her know that I heard that. They moved together and she felt the connection. This was two people making love! One big hand moved across her rippling belly and stroked her nipple. Again she felt the pleasure raise a notch. The rhythm of their movements quickened. The other hand slipped down to where they were connected and began to stroke her clit. Her hips responded by grinding down on Carl's cock and on his hand. Could she... ? Could she... ? YES! Her orgasm flooded her with light and warmth. Carl's hips rose and she.