SO I thought. This past Friday afternoon I visited Frederick at his place. Middle class neighborhood majority Afro-American and tidy. We catch up o...er coffee and soon end up in the shower. Which leads to him asking about my scar which I say is nothing much. Shortly thereafter we are still wet and into heavy foreplay. Typical long foreplay with me dripping and him being the man of steel. Soft missionary entry, lots of kissing and again I have the longest cock penetrating my cervix right. The pumping was at a nice even pace that was working nicely for me and I am guessing for him too. Shockingly I felt a hand on my leg – it came through the hole on the side. I was so much enjoying what was happening to me that I did not try to move it away. Since I did not move it away he took the liberty of grabbing my rock hard cock and began to stroke it.You can only imagine how all of this was feeling – getting fucked and stroked at the same time!!!! I drifted into total enjoyment only to be. When the waiter saw us, he just smiled and kept the food and asked me, “Would you like anything else, sir?” I said, “No, I have everything that need here.” The waiter smiled at my answer and left the room.She almost killed me hitting with whatever she found around her because of my action, but I felt very good and it made me horny again. I just hold the bed sheet with which she was holding herself covered and pulled it and made her nude again. And started kissing her all over. She was asking me. With that he opened the door and stepped inside.Sandy then asked, "Suspect for what? Jesus Christ, Pete, what..." Bobby Taylor!" Pete yelled loudly into the house. "This is the police! Put your hands on your head, interlock your fingers, and come here at once!"Sandy and Sammy stared at Pete's back in shock, as he waited for a response. He turned to them and said curtly, "Stay here!"He then crept into the house and began searching it, room by room, calling out for Bobby to come out before.