Her three fingers deep in my ass, her breasts pressed against mine, her eager tongue flicking around my mouth; and now the feeling of her pulsing cock...in my palm was too much to handle. My ass began to tighten around her fingers and my prostate began to harden. I was about to cum. Aimee stopped working her fingers. I could barely contain my disappointment. Neither could my cock, for that matter. I looked at it and saw a virtual puddle of pre-cum on Aimee’s sheets. The white creamy flow of cum. It was late on a Sunday night, and wickedly cold outside (minus 30), but as we began to 'text' back and forth, she made it clear she was up for some company. I told her I was great at giving massages (an exaggeration) and, when asked, told me she was wearing silk panties.I was a little nervous about being set up, but my horniness prevailed, but when Dierdre (made-up name) gave me her address and invited me over, I threw all caution to the wind. About half an hour later, I was at her front door,. " I dropped my feet off the chaise onto the pavers and opened wider. My hand was stroking his hard, hot cock. I stuffed two fingers into my pussy and fucked myself, moaning. "Or maybe I'll give him a blowjob..." My head slid down his torso and the head slipped into my mouth ... And gave a little shriek and came. As I lay there panting, I got a funny feeling. I opened my eyes, looked up between my legs and saw him. There was a man standing behind the low fence that surrounded the pool area and. When she finished, Monica came and got me, telling me it was time for bed. I didn't need to be told twice; I had been waiting for this time since I fucked her at lunchtime. Going upstairs, we decided that we would use Monica's bed and not Marie's, so we wouldn't leave any evidence, for her mother to find, of our sexual adventures, never minding that I was going to make god damned sure I washed the sheets before her arrival!I undressed and slipped into Monica's bed while she was in the bathroom..