Like the guy with the nuns’ habits, his imagination provided most of what he needed, except than in his case it was my hands he wanted, not his own....Once I had arrived he’d get out a big beach towel, spread it on the floor, put a bottle of sun-tan lotion beside it then go off into the bath-room and change into a swim-suit. When he was ready he’d stretch himself out on the towel and I would start massaging lotion into his back. He had a good physique, with nicely defined muscles and as he liked. "Good little white boy. So far you haven't disappointed me. Now, unzip and unsnap my pants and pull them down." I did as I was told. I still had very little idea of what this guy looked like. I could tell he was big, and from the bulge in his briefs, he appeared to be nicely hung, at least 6 or more inches. "Pull my shorts down." I did and his hardening black cock hit me in the face. "Kiss it white boy." I did and noticed a musky odor, not freshly washed but not much sweat either. He had. ”I sat back and stared at my sister and played back what she told me. Bob thought he was on a joy ride while she was actually on a mission, he was a tool to get the job done. I started to laugh “You’ve got to be kidding, you mean...” just then he came back into the room wearing a morning robe as if everything was normal, he didn’t have a worry in world.He approached me, “So Travis, are we right?”“I’m still a little unnerved about finding my sister in your bed again, I thought you two got over. Mitch was an expert pussy eater, since he was not very good at causing a woman to cum, by fucking her, he had learned to cause a woman to have an orgasm by eating her out. After only 3 minutes of eating C.J.'s pussy, she began to cum. Once she finished cumming, she decided to return the favor to Mitch, so she began to pull down Mitch's suit and revealed a little 4.5 inch penis. She had never seen one so small, but she figured that she was so hot, it wouldn't matter how big it was. So C.J. got.