I could feel his eyes on me as we headed up the stairs to the second floor. Was he merely following and I only hoped he was checking me out or were h...s eyes on my rear? There was no way to know without turning to face him, so I kept walking (adding a little extra hip wiggle to my steps, just in case).He opened the door for me, "After you, my dear." As I brushed past him I got the faint whiff of aftershave and soap, but also an indefinable scent that was his underlying natural scent. My. “Alright”, he said.“Yeah, you?” I replied.“Yeah, I’ve actually just got dressed about 5 minutes ago, though.”“Lazy cunt” I said with a smile, quieter now, as his parents and younger sister could’ve been in the next room. As it turned out, his parents were in the next room watching TV and his sister was out shopping with friends. Bit spoilt, I always thought. His parents greeted me and I politely exchanged with them for a minute or two. When I was about to make my excuses and head up with Matt. She enjoyed having me in her just as much as I enjoyed being in her. Then I felt something that confused me. I felt her soft spread buttocks press to my hips. It was something that made our joining more, but it also signaled that she had taken every long thick inch of my manhood and hadn't so much as cried out in pain. I tried feeling the tip of my cock to see if I was pressed against her inner wall, but I couldn't tell. Yvonne knew her body better than I did, so I looked down our link feeling. A couple of minutes later I feel Mark's hand brush my thigh. I don't move. Then I feel it again... then another light touch... then Mark's fingers trace up on top of my thigh. I continue breathing deeply but now it's out of pleasure.Mark feels bold and starts to lightly caress his my thigh right up against him. "This is so hot." He starts stroking himself again. He traces is fingers higher on my thigh, and traces higher... higher... suddenly he feels my pubic hair... Holy shit he just touched.