Firm and muscular, it was instinct to push my face between his ass cheeks and lick eagerly at his asshole. “Fuck, you’re a horny faggot aren’t y...u?” In the heat of the moment, his words were such a turn on that I reached up, pulled his ass open and drove my tongue into his tight hole. He tasted sweet and I loved it. “Suck that dick” Jordan turned back around, his huge dick in his hand and a bead of pre cum formed at his tip. I licked it off him, clear, sticky and sweet before taking his magic. I did my best not to move a millimeter, something I was well trained in from my days at the theater. The other voice, and now that it came closer it was familiar, asked if she could feel it. The owner was very reluctant, but could not deny one of her best customers to experience the material in "the most expensive piece at the gallery". All said, and more carefully than I had ever experienced, I felt a hand on my left leg, drawing a line along my knee. It felt good, a soft touch by a hand that. He stopped the car and turned it off, it was quite dark and Jens eyes were starting to adjust, she thought he didn't look much like his picture, "how about that hug" he said he leaned over and wrapped his arms around her, holding her as he spoke, " so what are you missing in your marriage, what doesn't your husband do for you" she didn't expect this type of talk, "its Ok just tell me like you would online" she was starting to blush "well he just neglects me ,doesn't want to touch me, " ". ‘Dyke,’ she wrote on the window with her finger and laughed. ‘Don’t write that on my window!’ Angela squealed and rubbed it out with her palm. Robin laughed again and lighted another joint. ‘Don’t fucking hog it all,’ Angela demanded and grabbed for the joint. ‘Wait your fucking turn, cunt,’ Robin snapped, feeling a sudden headache coming on. Robin decided that Angela had served her usefulness, Luke didn’t think that an ice of Angela was worth more than four joints, and Angela was demanding.