"Whose house is this I asked him."I have a place we can go and be alone. It's private and we can get to know each other. What time to do have to be ba...k?" I told him by six thirty as my dad was awake by seven every morning. "No, problem," he said we were away to our hideout. The car zipped through the streets veering around corners then we were in a shabby part of town. He parked in the drive of a rundown house."Whose house is this?" I asked him as we walked up to the door."It was my parents. Until today, I had not fully appreciated just how beautiful that ass really was. It was just so firm and perfect that I nearly came in my pants just looking at it. Trying to find a comfortable position for my raging hard on, I motion for Lisa to stop turning once she is facing me again. I then gestured towards the piece of furniture sitting several paces away in the middle of the floor with her. I had purposely placed the leather cushioned footstool in the centre of the room in anticipation of. . no. Actually, I got here a bit too early. I hope that... You look... You are... Sarah said that..."I was losing it. I was lost and tongue tied to the max. I didn't know what to say how to say it, nothing. So much for suave and debonair. Drowning, I looked to the Maitre d for some kind of... any kind of help. He looked at me and had a slight twinkle in his eyes."Would the Gentleman like to order the drinks now?"I looked at Susan, glanced really, as I could feel my tongue getting tied up again.. ..smoke more , we could watch tv or else''i shiver as he asktaking a puff and nodding it went real fast in my headi was rolling one in his living room , he went to the bathroom and i ear his buckle open the faucet turn on and he was washing something.....for a good 5 min he was doing it i coulndt stop thinking he was washing his cock, i rolled weed and waited the clear sound of his buckle tied back upi gulped, thinking of a clean washed bbc all for me to devourwe smoke and he knew its all i.