On the Tuesday after the party I got an alert on my phone from Paul, which was completely out of ordinary, it was a invitation to meet up for a pint a...d a chat, there was a gnawing in my stomach, I had overstepped the mark by admitting my guilty pleasures. I agreed to meet him the following Saturday in Glasgow.Saturday arrived and with some reluctance I made my way to the city centre and we meet up in a quiet pub, we settled down with our pints and began the conversation that was about to. I tell him I am on the third floor, the very last apartment. Moments later my front doorbell rings. I peek through the spy. Bingo. My imagination stands in front of my door. A big black man in a blue overall. I open my front door with a hospitable gesture. He holds out a big hand with a smile. 'Lisandro, I am here to check your boiler. If nothing is wrong, I will be gone again within half an hour'. I show him the heating room and retire to the living room. Upon arrival, I also checked him from. She very slowly unbuttoned the loose blouse that hung around her large, firm breasts and let the wind flap it open.The cool breeze flew inside the folds and whisked her breasts bare of the light fabric that framed her cleavage.Her breaths became definite pants expressing her obvious heat. She noticed that her hands were gripping the horn of the saddle.Without even thinking to do it, she had been rubbing her hot cunt up and down the length of the saddle pumping her back and forth.Her hands. We made the short trek from our rec room to the bedroom. With the girls in the lead, I got great view of their bums as they led the way. It’s hard to describe the feeling of seeing two beautiful naked women in front of me, but I have equated it to the feeling a king must have, in that moment I was in my glory. Even though I was the last one in the room I was the first in the bed. I lay down on my back but before I could even settle into my spot Sara was on me sucking and stroking my cock, Angel.