She had hips you wanted to grab as you plowed into her, and her heart shaped ass only lent to her beauty, giving enough padding to take a vigorous pou...ding. As the work of fixing the seats ended, my dick was pressing firmly into the cotton of my boxer briefs, and I found my hand moving slowly toward my shorts in an effort to both relieve the tension, but to also give it the warmth it seemed to be searching for.She was at the end of the couch now, and I feared she could see me, and she seemed to. Rain plastered the thin cotton of her pale peach dress to her body before she covered five feet. She might as well have been a naked angel. Her long, shapely legs carried her fluidly towards him. Her slender arms reached out to him. And when she had finally closed the space between, Mary pressed herself to him with such intensity Lou could feel the pounding of her breath.In the pouring rain, Lou threw Patrick's shotgun into the mud and lifted the woman from the sodden ground in a return. Holding her firmly with both hands around her waist, I pulled her a few inches closer to me so only the very tops of her legs were still on the bed, tucked my fingers under the waistband of her knickers and peeled them off her, then took my t-shirt off. I lowered my head down so her short curly black hair was brushing my face, inhaling the faint but delicious aroma emanating from her pussy, and started to kiss all around her hole, not going too close, but close enough to get some of the juice. “And yes, I am gay. There! You happy now?”“You are what?” yelled Charles in response, not believing what he had just heard. He slammed the newspaper on the table.The pause that followed was filled by the awkward clattering of dishes in the kitchen. The tension was thick and palpable.“Dad,” William began, with a clinical coldness. “It's not something I spontaneously decided to become. Had I been able to decide, I would have chosen to be bisexual. Twice the fun, you know.”“Get out of this house,”.