The roof-top bar overlooks the Charles River and even at a distance the noise of students enjoying a Saturday night drifts on the warm breeze. Downstr...am, the lights of Boston dominate the skyline. In the far distance fireworks streak skyward, celebrating a marriage, a graduation, who knows? Waitresses with fixed smiles, sore backs and aching feet dart from table to table. We sit at one of the quieter tables, my wife, myself and a meticulously-dressed stranger who has invited us to join him.. I took out the remote control, before it could break-but it was so slippery it slipped out of my hands. It fell on the floor and the batteries fell out, but I didn't care. I got my fluffiest pillow and tucked it between my legs, wedging a jelly bean-bag near my pussy. I started humping that so hard I was afraid the jelly might burst out. Before long I cummed so hard I didn't hear my screaming until five minutes after I started. I was biting my lip really hard, but it felt so fucking good I. “What’s he packing under there?” asked Sandy. “Nothing special”, replied my wife, “but he makes up for it in enthusiasm and servitude.” “Nice to hear”, said Sandy, as she slipped my boxers down to the floor. I was totally embarrassed and unsure what to do, but I was also half-way erect . Kathy squeezed my cock and said “Since you are our guest, you get first cock, Sandy”, and with that she led me over to the coach and sat me down. Sandy came up to me, kneeled between my legs, and began to. She doesn’t even wear her shirts up past halfway because she said she has nothing to see and the classrooms are hot. I won’t tell mom, but she rarely makes it home wearing panties under her shirt skirts. Says they get sweaty and feel yucky”“When do you guys have to be home,” I asked.Ralph answered saying, “The day before school starts if my mom has her way. Grandma kicked the bucket. The tank I’m driving was in her garage with twenty-two hundred miles on it. She really did only drive it to the.
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