Hell, it started out one night when we were watching TV and she thought I needed a bath because I hadn't cleaned up after playing basketball. Next thi...g, we're naked and she's sponging me down in the shower, getting us both all worked up. Anyway, she's added to the scene a piece at a time, so it gets more and more complex, and she gets hotter and hotter.It's not every time we have sex, either, which is cool. But when she's in the right mood or something, she calls me up and when I get over to. Her legs were still off the edge of the couch, and I was fully stretched out. My dick, the hardest it had ever been, was firmly pressing against her left thigh. If I wondered before if she could feel it, there could be no doubt now. It was a little uncomfortable, though, being caught in my underwear, so I raised up a bit and reached down to adjust it with my left hand, leaving my right hand to continue stroking her hair."Does that thing ever go down?," she giggled.Oh. My. God. "This is moving. When I tried to stand up I was told, “You only get off your knees when I say you can, is that clear piggy?” I again obediently knelt down.Once Rudy was naked, he instructed me to get on the bed and lie on my back with my feet toward the headboard. With my head hanging off the end of the bed he turned around, before pulling his arse cheeks apart and lowering his sweaty butt-hole onto my face. Rudy energetically commenced rubbing is crack all over my face and let out a low rumbling purr as I. I alternated between nearly shooting my load inside her and jumping out the window out of pure shame. I did manage to keep myself alive, though. At some point, “What the hell!” changed into “Oh, what the hell”. I couln’t be grossed out by myself any more anyway, so I thought: might as well get it over with. I even grabbed her dick and started jerking it off. It took her not more than 30 seconds to get rock hard and shoot her load on the bed. My mind was blown, but I kept fucking her, encouraged.