He was a little heavier than he looked from his pictures and a little older looking too. He was not wearing any shoes.He stared at me, saying I looked...even more beautiful and sexier than my pictures. The black guy got closer and he put his hands around me. Both hands soon were rubbing and squeezing my firm buttocks…Seamus then started to kiss my neck, as his hands felt my ass.I felt his hands making my light dress to ride almost to my waist.His fingers were now creeping down between my parted. Then, as I sucked his cock into my mouth I simultaneously eased a finger inside Brian’s bum hole.“You dirty bitch!” he gasped, seizing my hair and forcing his cock down my throat.He was literally fucking my mouth then, over excited by my finger pushing in and out of his anus. I very quickly tasted pre-cum soon followed by jets of hot semen spurting down my throat. I did my best to swallow it all but it was an impossible job and some escaped from the corners of my mouth.“That was bloody good!”. We’d probably get arrested, though.” Rachel bit her lower lip, an idea having apparently come to her. She held up the lamp that she’d been looking at, rubbed it, and said, “I wish that I had a girly-lust detector that could tell me who thinks I’m hot, so I wouldn’t have to waste time guessing who’s into me.” “Hmm,” the blonde murmured as she decided to join in the game. She rubbed her lamp and began, “I wish I could find a hot guy with a ripped bod...” “And a big cock,” Rachel supplied. “With a. It was getting late and I wanted to check on Mom.She was right where I'd left her, of course. Hell, she hadn't moved in almost 32 months, except for the times I'd gone through the hassle of putting her into a wheelchair and taking her on little excursions to get fresh air and see the outside world. Her eyes still opened and closed, after all, and even though Cameron doubted it, I insisted that Mom could actually see things. I KNEW she was still alive and aware in there, even if she was trapped.