After all, men your age are normally chasing after skinny little waifs!’ I gave another low moan and sank to my knees, my obvious hard-on tenting my...boxers and my precum leaving a noticeable stain on the crotch. Aubrey placed a hand either side of my face and drew me forwards, pillowing my head tight against her still-heaving bosom as I relinquished my hold on her arse, my hands shaking as I fumbled to release the catch that secured her massive bra. She was stroking my hair now, petting me like. Hello?"Tony pushed the door all the way open and didn't see any feet under thestalls. Glancing back down the hall, he saw the coast was clear, so he duckedin.He got halfway to a stall before he returned to the door and latched thedeadbolt. Better safe than sorry. Finally in a stall he dropped his pants andtook care of business. Relief overwhelmed him as he emptied his bladder.Just as he was finishing up, he realized he also needed to take care of someother business. Figuring that since he was. She pumped his cock harder, faster. "But Don," she said, "we haven't made love in weeks. I'm horny, baby, I'm so horny I could scream!" Okay, we'll do it on Saturday night," he said."No, Don," Vicky said firmly, "I want it now!"She slid down beside his cock, stuck out her tongue, and started lashing it all over his prick. Now she was finally getting his attention. He gave a little snort of surprise, then shivered. Maybe he was responding at last.Vicky took her time, whipping her hot juicy. Blake helped her off the bike first, stablizing it for her, then he flipped down the bike's kickstand and got off himself. They walked up the sidewalk to his house and rang the doorbell. It took a few moments before a woman opened the door."Yes, Can I help you?" she asked."Oh I'm sorry, I think we have the wrong house. I was looking for Jim Hammond's house." Blake said."This is Jim's house. I'm Amy, his girlfriend. You must be Blake Hawkins, Jim has told me you're coming. Please, come on in..