I undid my belt and buttons on my suit trousers and stood up, the trousers sliding down to leave me in my tight white hipster boxers, practically burs...ing, with a wet patch at its tip. Slowly wanking my cock through the boxers, the wet patch got bigger. She spread her thighs and licked her lips. He fingers traced down her smooth exposed belly with a light delicate touch, past her tight bellybutton, and past her waistband, slowly caressing herself through the material. She slid her hips forward. Tina reappeared a few minutes later. She picked up her clothes and began putting them on as Ben watched. He couldn’t believe it. Even watching her get dressed aroused him! ‘Man, that was wild,’ Tina said. ‘You sure know how to use that cock of yours, Mr. Sanders.’ ‘Ah…thank you, Tina,’ Ben said. Tim and Heidi weren’t the only people watching Ben Sanders’ apartment. Cynthia Dumas, leaning against a tree down the block, saw Tina go to Mr. Sanders’ door and ring the bell. The girl’s heart began to. " Alright, Tyrone ." she said, drawing down the sheets and stretching out beside me. There was no pretense about the massage. We were both adults and knew what was coming next. Tiffany slipped easily into my arms, kissing me sweetly on the mouth as she rubbed my chest before thrusting her hand between my legs and grabbing my erect dick. " So big and hard Tyrone," she breathed. It makes my mouth water." Then slake your thirst," I said quickly. I closed my eyes and imagined how Tiffany lips were. She felt it throb inside of her hand and made her soaking wet. Gavin’s fingers had slid her panties to the side and he places his thumb on her clit the other two fingers inside her. He eased them in slowly as she was incredibly tight. It was such a turn on for him…almost like being with a virgin again. ‘Come over here with me,’ Gavin pleaded with April. April followed Gavin to the end of the bed. He patted the edge in a motion that she knew to sit beside him. Before she took her seat, Gavin.