He would love to come over and suck my cock and in exchange he would let me look at naked pics of his girlfriend. Now this was interesting.Could I le... a guy get me off? Would I be able to cum? Many questions were racing through my head. I responded and started the conversation and asked the basics like how often he did this, what kind of pics did he have of his girlfriend, and did he swallow? He said that he gets to do this about once a month maybe and he said that he has hundreds of pics. They were both married but still liked to have sex so Ron obliged them all he could. Real MILFs. So they could only do lunchtime sessions. Ron said they would sometimes hook up in the evenings in her car, but that was unpredictable and usually on short notice.It was a great arrangement for both of us. He got to screw as much as he wanted, and we both benefited from it. Ron always asked me how I did and truly wanted to be sure I enjoyed myself. He gave me a fleshlight and used it on me to. "I love you" we say at the same time. Even though I am so in love with him, my own body betrays me by desiring another pair of arms, lips, a different touch. I try to push those thoughts aside, but as hard as try I cant. He pushes me his tongue into my mouth and i bite his bottom lip, giving it a slight pull. Since I am craving and thinking of HIM I just do what my mind and body imagine doing to HIM. I start to get wet and I begin to run my hands on his chest. My boyfriend begins to lift. All were wearing the shortest of cut-off shorts. I did my usual ankle grab on the first girl and all three girls screamed. Then, one of the girls remarked, “Hey dude... wanna feel my ass?” I grunted and then silently chuckled. One of the girls, grabbed the bars and peered into the darkness of my corner. “What? Are you afraid to come out of your corner?” she asked tauntingly. I stepped forward and stood perfectly still, within arm’s grasp of the bars. “Dude,” she remarked, “I can see you’re.