I could see he was glad to see me by the bulge in his trousers.On the way from the airport while he was telling me about his new job, I started rubbin... his cock through his trousers.I had him hard as a rock very quickly and pulled his zip down,releasing his cock.Soon I was sucking him and I was in heaven.I licked the tip,and took him fully in my mouth.But I was interupted by the sound of a trucks horn.A passing driver saw us and was leering at us.I didn't care and he was soon gone,probably with. He drove out Bixley heading east, wondering what was at 8101. He crossed 80th Street and he realized where it was. The big sign on the south side of the street said, "Bixley University". She was in one of the small recital rooms in the Carver Hall, the music department's building. He smiled. They had both graduated from Bixley and she was still teaching there part time.He parked in the visitors lot and carried his rose to Carver Hall. The main door was still open. He checked his watch. He had. Got the house all to ourselves,” I replied.“That’s convenient,” Carter added. “Maybe when they get home there’ll still be time for us to shoot some hoops.” We continued with a little small talk.With nothing more to say, I spread Cara’s legs apart to give Carter full view of her pussy, and started fingering her. We both looked at him as I spread her cunt lips wide and ran my fingers in and out of the luscious folds, occasionally licking my fingers sensuously. Carter just looked on, enjoying the. Are you finished cleaning yet?"I scooped up the dirty q-tips and placed them in the trashcan by my desk and eyed the room carefully. I had cleaned everything I could think of. I had even lifted the mattress off of my bed and cleaned the frame. " I think so." Kid, you have to be decisive in your thinking. It is either clean or it is not. You are either finished or you are not. I ask you again; Are you finished cleaning yet?"I thought for a quick moment and nodded my head,"I have gotten this room.