As much as pleasure as I take from licking your sweet cunt, it does not compare to the joy that comes from the persistent passion of kissing. The feel...of your tongue sliding against mine, the soft groans we can’t help making, the sense of your happy hands pulling at my clothes — obviously you want what I want: our flesh touching directly as much as we can. I want to revel in your naked flesh as it appears, tasting you, gently sucking and nibbling each exposed bit of you as it is revealed. Yet. Rose Ann laughs when she sees me in my mud-spattered work clothes standing in the garage when she opens the kitchen door. "I can't even guess what happened but whatever it was, you obviously lost! Toss those clothes into the washing machine and I'll turn on the shower for you." She hands me a hotel-type terrycloth robe and closes the door.Something smells very good and very Italian as I step into the bathroom. The shower feels great and I probably use up most of the hot water. When I'm. Within seconds, he was forcing my head up and down, my mouth running along the top half of his cock, while he also humped his hips upward. I reached into his underwear and scooped up his ball-sack, making him moan when I gave them a gentle squeeze."That's a good fag! Suck my dick, David!" Brandon moaned. His fingers curled into my shaggy hair but he had stopped forcing my head down. I was bobbing on his knob good enough by then. I used one hand to massage his balls while using my other to twist. We break off just as a guy comes in and we head to the row of sinks and wash our hands.We get home around four but Aunt Lucy is still out. We rush downstairs, strip, and get to kissing and hugging and make love in the sixty-nine position. We hurry, anticipating that she’ll be back soon. We each finish with a grand climax. Les's loads do not seem to diminish despite their frequency.The basement smells of hot sweaty sex. Before Lucy gets home, we again shower and Les, the perfect housemate,.