My hard cock, along with my lustful desires, wouldn’t let me sleep. I was staying at my friend Jon’s house and sleeping on the floor of his room. ...n just a few short days, I had touched my first cock, sucked my first cock, been sucked and fucked, all for the first time. It wasn’t my friend that introduced me to “Gay” sex, it was his dad. His big, burly, hairy, manly dad.As I layed there, my cock ached. It ached for relief, it begged to be touched and needed to be pulled on. Much more than that. Susan wore what she had worn on the plane: an early seventies pale pink pantsuit, complete with bell-bottoms. A sheer sleeveless white blouse with a provocative neckline completed the look. When the jacket came off after lunch, I admit I allowed myself quick glances at her tan chest and the firm round globes of her horsewoman’s derrière. After close I navigated Susan (we had things called “maps” then) as she drove her rental car to the nearest mall some twenty-five miles away. We drove the. My monster was right in front of her face which shocked her. I asked her to give me a blowjob, but she didn’t know how to do it. I taught her how to do it and she sucked it in an okay manner but I didn’t ejaculate.Later she had a craving for it. I pulled her white legging down with her panty. It was an absolute beauty. I was looking at her pink pussy, cleanly shaved with very little hair on it.The smell of it was driving me crazy. I went near it and started kissing her inner thighs. You know. I asked her to take her bag with the hidden camera and to film the shoot for me to watch later. Three hours later Cherry arrived back home and said that the shoot was really good. I asked if she had done any lingerie shots and said I would have to wait for the pics to find out. Shaun had told her they would be ready in a few days. She then called one of her girlfriends and asked her if she wanted to go for drinks that night which she only did when she had something on her camera card that I.