“Do you want me to give you a couple seconds to get dressed or something?” I ask, my eyes lingering on his manhood.“My shirt is in the laundry r...om,” he told me. “You can come with my if you’d like.”I just nod, licking my lips while I stare at the bulge in his pants.When we get to the basement, I notice an odd contraption with a wooden frame and nylon straps.“What’s that thing?” I ask.Ray tells me something about hang gliding or something. I wasn’t really paying attention to the words, his cock. I felt the blood flowing to my own dick and to my shock we were both becoming harder as the seconds passed I couldnt think just react this is when he began guiding my further He pulled his hands away from me and with one began unbuttoning his shirt and the other stroking himself with his jeans parted open at the zipper . He revealed his big round belly and hairy chest arm slowly tugging in motion at himself He abruptly stopped and lifted the bottom of my shirt over my head and tossed it to the. I squirmed my hips from side to side. I ground against her face. This was a treat. A wondrous delight. My heart hammered in my chest. I whimpered into her cunt as I feasted faster, harder.My tongue lapped up and down her folds, gathering more and more of her cum. Her fingers found my butt-cheeks. They dug into my rump. She fluttered her tongue around my asshole, licking up more cum before she moved back to my pussy.She sucked on my clit.I gasped at the thrill. Sparks burst inside my pussy. I. The apartment was filled with the smell of their cooking dinner, but Ben found he wasn’t all that hungry right then. ‘Ah…thanks,’ Tosha said. She stood next to Ben in the small combination living room-dining room-kitchen looking as if she couldn’t decide what to do next. Ben decided to help. ‘Where’s your coffee maker?’ he asked. ‘I’ll get some coffee started.’ ‘It’s over there, on the counter,’ Tosha said and gestured in that direction. ‘I keep the coffee in the refrigerator.’ Ben found the.