I rushed over as fast as I could. Driving to his place, driven by lust, I imagined having his big, fat, beautiful cock in my mouth again and my cock s...elled at the thought. I began to think I might never return to girls, but if sex with other guys is always this amazing, this satisfying and natural, why even bother.I was nervous as I pulled up, but knew I had to go in. I knew I had to experience more. He opened the front door, smiled and invited me in. I was slightly light headed already, just. “Holy crap, Yankee!” she exclaimed after walking into the bathroom. “My parents’ dining room is only a li’l bit bigger ‘n this! A tub, a huge shower, two sinks, mirrors, room for a small sofa, damn!” she said.“Yeah,” I grinned.I saw Stephanie looking the room and bathroom over, a small smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. She was clearly hoping against hope that this could be our bedroom when she came to Chicago. That would present a whole host of problems, but I’d cross that bridge when. Like a magnet, she started to follow him down the stairs. When they got to the bottom, she took him by the hand and walked him over to the mailboxes. She pushed his back against the boxes undid his pants and pulled out his huge semi-erect cock. It felt so big and it wasn't even hard yet.She dropped to her knees, pulled his pants down, and started licking around the head, up and down the shaft, and then put the whole thing deep in her mouth taking it all the way down her throat. He gasped so. “Whatever the reason, I am glad that it happened. You are so fucking hot and seeing you naked was just wow.” I looked at her and blurted out.“We did more than seeing each other naked.” She looked away from the ceiling and turned towards me.“You are delicious. I just want to lick you all over and bite you.”“Stop it. Don’t say it. I am getting warmed up again.” She looked at my dick and said “And I am still having flashbacks about your dick in my pussy. I would love to have it under my.