“I want you to…” I started, and he turned to me, his eyes half mast.“You want me to what?” he said, and put his hand over mine, pressing it ...o him. His sweet breath stirred the curls at my temples.“I want to watch,” I said, and closed my eyes, afraid to see his reaction. He leaned into me and put his lips on my neck again.“You want to watch what? Porn?” he said and laughed softly into my skin. “No...” I said. He looked at me, one eyebrow raised, his eyes dancing. I licked my swollen lips and. How far would she go? How far would I let her go? I honestly did not know at that moment.She continued to stroke my pulsing erection through my thin silk boxers. "Oooohhhh, I think I am in love," she cooed softly right at the entrance of my ear as she felt the smoothness under her fingertips. Her lips caressed my ear lobe as she spoke.I uttered my first sound, totally without conscious control. "Unnnnhhhh"."He isn't mute!" she laughed softly into my ear. Considerate of her.She only thought she. And it was taking it's toll I was so horny I had a hard time keeping the beer order's right. It was not long till John was about out of money, and he ask how much would it cost to take you over to that couch and do you. I looked at my Mike and he said (it is up to you) But being so horny and so wet and wanting a good fucking anyway. So I said 100 bucks and I saw he had at least that much. He handed me the money and walked over to the couch and took off him pant's. I then walked over to Mike. “What are you wearing right now,” he asked. I had not really been thinking about my clothes, so it took me a minute to recall what I was wearing. Once I got the full image in my head, I decided to let him in on it. “Well I am wearing a white tank top,” I started, running my hand down the front of my shirt as I informed him. “As well as a pair of black boy short panties.” “Mmm,” he moaned into the phone. “I bet you look so amazing.” “I suppose.” “No,” he insisted. “I am sure you look.