I feel the warmth of her breath as she gasps softly against my skin.“Come here,” I whisper.I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom. Naked, we ...ie close together in my bed. And looking into her eyes, I see the familiar hesitation. It’s always there – in the eyes of every woman I bring home. After all, I am a complete stranger to her. She cannot know what I like – what I’m going to do to her. Will I be gentle – or will I turn out to be a twisted pervert? She doesn’t know – and the thought. You know the drill.PETERI guess it pays the bills. Here let me help with that.Peter reaches out and starts to soap up Lorenzo's back. He rubs his hands over Lorenzo's muscular shoulders and down his back. He barely pauses as his hands soap and rub Lorenzo's ass, occasionally slipping his hand between the cheeks.LORENZOThat feels so good. Yes, like that.Play with my ass.Peter plays with Lorenzo's ass, circling it with his finger and occasionally pushing it in. Lorenzo is slowly stroking his cock. “I really am needing a different kind of ride,” she continued, quietly. “My husband, Jason, has been gone for almost two weeks and doesn't get back till the end of this week.” She looked down and crossed one delicious long leg over the other, allowing her foot to sway back and forth. She continued, “And when I ride my bike, it rubs me -- down there, you know -- and I get frisky. Know what I mean?” Cal smiled with a leer and said, “Yes, I think I do. Sometimes, when you ride your bike around. I heard him pull his pants off and smiled to myself, this was going to be a lot of fun. But I hadn't bargained for what I got: him taking control. "Relax, Stephie, and this will be fun," he whispered as he nibbled on my neck as his hands gripped my tits from behind. This small contact sent shivers down my spine, and an electric spike right to my pussy, soaking through to my bed. "Stand up and face the mirror," he picked me up and turned me to face my ceiling-to-floor wall mirror. He pulled off.