"Stephanie would blush deeply. "You wouldn't dare. I'd just die if you did that." I mean, you are so good at this that it would be pretty hard to keep...a secret, Stephanie. I dunno..."It would go on this way for some time, until he was hard again and then she would blow him again and end up with another mouthful of jism; she would look up at him with her beautiful eyes and not have to say a word to let him know how she felt about him.On the opposite days, when Greg was tired and sweaty, they. Thinner, lean to be exact. And what a big dick! I want to climb on that thing now. I instinctively spread my legs as if I was going to let Mr.Waters inside. He was stroking himself super slowly. I love watching men masturbate. He covered his hand in some sort of oil and stroked again. The television in the room was in front of him. Not the same one on the wall today of course, but none the less..it was a big screen. And his big cock was on it. He was watching it, watching him stroke. .. you know, what we were doing. It's over. It's finished. Done." What's over?" You know." No..."Fuck. I reddened angrily. "What are you talking about Barb," he asked. "The fucking." Yeah," I burst out. "The fucking, it's finished. I'm not doing it any more." Hmmm..." he said. "Okay."What? Is it that easy? I expected more... Something. I expected argument, or threats, or begging or some sort of conflict. Not... 'okay.'"Well," I said finally, deflated, "that's good. 'Looking surprised, Anita sat up saying, 'Lo siento, I'm so sorry Ð quiere su desayuno? I'll get it now.'She started to get up but I held her tight. 'Sweetie, you are my breakfast.' I said and immediately latched my mouth on her tit.Anita laughed and reached down to hold my already stiff cock starting to stroke it. I moved, turning my body to bring my face to her pussy while bringing my cock near her face. As my tongue made it's first trip along her smooth slit, I felt her cover my cock head.