I knelt beside him. I started on his neck and shoulders, I rubbed and massaged for several minutes. Then, I worked my way down to his back, buttocks a...d legs. He was wet and slick and glistening. He flinched somewhat when I got to his butt so I stayed far away from his anus.“Time to turn over boss.”He did. His shrivelled cock just lay there atop his balls like a wounded duck.I poured plenty of oil on his chest and belly and proceeded to rub and massage him all over. From top to bottom he got. I wanted his eyes to be level with my ass as I walked up the stairs. I swayed my hips and to my surprise one of Ben's hands grabbed my ass the other went up my thigh and his fingers found my wet panties. He rubbed my pussy all the way up the stairs. Dillon could have turned at any second and catch one of his good friends feeling his wives pussy. It was very thrilling. Ben showed his keys and said he better head home. I was losing my opportunity to fuck this man and I wasn't letting that happen.. I shouted his name when he finally sunk his cock inside me. He lightly fingered my asshole and smacked my ass a few times while he stood there impaled in me from behind. He grabbed my hips and wasted no time plundering my tender inner sanctum. I rubbed my overly sensitive clit and knew it would not take me long to cum again. His fat head hit my g spot with every backstroke. I pulled at my nipples and pushed back to meet his thrusts. I could feel the bruises his hands were starting to leave on. Ah, si. Il s'arrête un peu plus loin. Je crie à Julien: — On court. J'arrive à la portière du conducteur. Il baisse sa vitre et je lui dis: — Mon frère et moi, on va vers le Sud... — Montez. Les prêtres veulent bien vous prendre. Les prêtres?? Je fais le tour et on monte. Les passagers sont tous des gens d'un certain âge. Ils nous sourient, moi aussi. Dans le fond du bus, il y a deux prêtres... en soutane! Je leur dis: — Bonjour. Merci beaucoup de nous prendre. Un des prêtres est un gros homme.