“Lick my balls”, he said, and pushed my head down with his enormous wrinkled hands and for some reason I did. His sweat and the smell of my saliva...was again setting my loins on fire.I licked his rough balls for a long time not even realizing how long I took. Then, I did slow, long licks from his balls to his head, licking his flooding precum, multiple times. His precum smelled so musky and tasted salty.After teasing him like this for a few minutes I stroked him hard and sucked on his juicy cock. "Sam I have told you before...I don't go out and I don't drink not since...since Joe...and you of all people should know that!" Grace whispered harshly the scar on her hand began to burn. Not wanting to draw attention to herself and Sam, she slowly started to type again on her computer knowing her best friend was going to put up a fight. "Come on," Samantha began her arms had stopped flying about. "It has been two years! What happened was not your fault you couldn't have stopped it if you. I pulled my mouth of his now wet cock, letting it sway back and forth from the bulkiness.My bare feet pitter pattered back to the small RV bathroom and rummaged through the pile of wet, sweaty, clothes left from my morning run. I pick up a couple of items and headed back to Jay and his protruding shiny, saliva covered cock. Kneeling down I start sucking it again putting the two items next to me. Jay once again started breathing heavily while trying to find that little something to put him over. “My God, do you believe in knocking?” I said to her. “I could ask you the same thing.” she said. She was standing in my door with only a towel around her. She didn’t seem to notice what I was doing. She was a little naïve about things like that. She had always been sheltered. She was the president of a Christian club at her school and she was a very active member of her church. I am sure to her it would have never occurred to her what I was doing nor would it have occurred to her that she was.