Oh, did I mention that I am bisexual. I love dick but I'm not made at the pussy either. Anyway, I pulled up to this bar and there were some homies in ...he parking lot, drinking and shit. Of course the bar was closed already. I was fucking horny and didn't think about the time. So now, I'm pissed off and that's when I noticed one of the guys drinking walking up to my truck. This fine ass cholo looking dude asked me if I had any shit. I was like, "Nah homie, I ain't got shit. I came lookin for. She went to her landing and fumbled for her keys as the man in the car watched her. Finally she found her key and went into apartment 3A. The man in the car smiled and drove back to the bar.Boss she only lives a couple of blocks from here in those apartments by the Hanover Bridge. Apartment 3A is on the bottom floor. Mr. LeVale turned to the other older man named John at his table and said, get your two friends and meet me in my office; I have a job for you.One week later after watching Paula. Oh God he felt so good probing with that cock between my thighs, and I pushed back against him, thrilling at his hardness and with expectation of what I wanted to happen next.I didn't have long to wait. As he explained, he hadn't had sex in several weeks. I felt him nudging insistently at my hole, and I gasped loudly as he pushed up and entered me. I had not been fucked in quite some time and I was very tight, so it was painful as he slid further into me. But the pleasure completely outweighed. I stepped into her, cradling her upper arms and lightly brushed my hard nipples against hers. I felt her body shake slightly along with mine. We stood there for a few moments enjoying the pleasures our breasts were bringing each other, all the while not taking our eyes from the other.I moved my hand down to the curve of her waist just above the line of her panties. These were the last barrier to her nakedness; one more piece of clothing and she would be mine entirely. I stroked her thighs with.