It was omly a few days when she came back without warning me and I was in my shirt as I was every day but it wasn't buttoned this time my heart raced ...nd I answered the door. I knew it was her I saw through the peek hole in the door and opened the door standing with my shirt open but covering my cock. she smiling and talking walked right in looking to see my open shirt. We stood again in kitchen but this time I let my shirt flop around showing my cock as we talked ,it was so exciting I was. I imagine it is you and finger myself hard and deep. Soft moans fall from my mouth and run down my neck as my head is thrown back and I look into your eyes.You lean down and whisper my name, planting soft kisses and nibbling from my ear to my neck, descending to my breast. I lean back and recline in my chair; eyes closed my hips rise and feel the pressure of your engorged cock. You rub against my mound and grind a slow rhythmic ministration. My mind reacts to the thought and tricks my body into. I continued my acting and was enjoying the hand job. I am at the verge of my ejaculation and I am not able to control myself anymore and held her breasts very hardly, for which she gave a moan, hmmmm…….aaaahhhhhh…. We looked into each other eyes and we don’t know anymore permissions and went ahead. Now she gave me a blowjob with her mouth while I played with her breasts. I had cum for a sensual blowjob from her smooth lips and I returned the favor by licking her pussy and keeping my finger. On the other hand, Mark was truly huge. His cock was about as thick around as my wrist, albeit I have small bones. He also had lots of veins clearly protruding and throbbing, snaked all over his cock. I thought that Mandy probably appreciated the extra ‘texture’. His cock head was uncircumcised and proportionate. In fact, it was almost like a small apple. Just like Mandy, there wasn’t a single follicle of pubic hair anywhere to be seen. Not above his pubic bone, not around the base of.