Oh, that first touch with your hand! I kissed the tip. My cock was throbbing again. There is nothing like the first encounter with a stranger. Everyth...ng is different. The smells and tastes are always different, and the touches and lips are additional. I kept kissing his cock head. Horace started moaning. The more I did to him, the louder he got. Kissing his balls sent him off into dreamland, but when I put that big thing of his in my mouth and started to gently suck, it became too much, and he. I stayed in that position for as long as I could stand. She wasn’t making any overt sexual moves—at least not obviously. But occasionally, my hand would twitch and squeeze her breast. That seemed to trigger a reflex of her squeezing her butt cheeks together on my rigid cock. Before I made a mess of things, I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom for relief. Then I made coffee.Havasu was only of interest because we carried our child-like innocence with us. London Bridge was just a stone. I eventually said “Richard, can we go some place more private?” I didn’t want to take him home – just in case the neighbors mentioned it to my boyfriend, who they probably knew fucked me every evening.“Can we go to your place?” I asked, looking innocently into his glasses, knowing the effect my lust-filled big eyes have on men. “Yes!”, he gasped. Soon we were in a rick and he was kissing and fondling me in it. I felt this thrill about going into this man’s house and fucking him, while also. She obliged him. Slipping only the head into her mouth she ran her tongue in circles around it, paying extra attention to the hole on top. Now she took it in deeper, a few more inches. The soft moistness of her tongue and throat enveloped his shaft and she ran up and down it while tickling his nuts. She broke away for a moment, “Ok Kyra time for you to join the fun!”Kyra jumped at her name, she had been lost in the erotic moment. She slowly made her way over to them, both were smiling, Mat.