Her vagina was dripping wet and I inserted my fingers inside her pussy. She left a moan from her mouth, looked back how her ass was exposed and a fing...r inside her pussy. She arched her ass upwards giving my finger more deeper access and continued sucking my cock.She had made my cock wet with her saliva. Sucking on it like a professional slut. Then she laid on the back seat of the car and opened up her legs. Her pussy was beautiful. Shaved, clean like a princess and opened up and wet like a. "I was joking Marcus." Oh, right." He replied and to my amazement a look of disappointment crossed his chiselled features, it was a look that would play on my mind for days afterwards.It was after that day at the gym that I really started to fantasise about Marcus fucking me. As my fantasies became more elaborate and my need to have him inside me consumed my every thought, my loyalties dissipated like a snowman under a heavy downfall of rain. It didn't help that my initial denial to share a. The way kids did things in the Bay Area was spontaneous, original, and often outrageous. His Yankee world view had collided with new-age-hippidom, and the results had been predictable. He had shed his alter-identity in a heartbeat – well, more like a semester – and had met the first of many California Girls. Somewhere along the way, all thought of Brooke MacDonald had simply – vanished. Paul had remained in California for medical school, and he quickly lost his attachment to undergraduate. I strode to the back of the are where it was darker and lest crowded and quickly had my left cheek pinched, startled I turned to see a guy in his sixties or late fifties standing near. He whispered softly :...Lube or no lube..." I replied "...lube..." He quickly led me over to the wall and pushed me against the wall and spread a cool slick substance up my butt crack and onto my rosebud. He quickly came closer and I felt his warm wet cock head slip up my buttcrack, just as he neared my rosebud.