He admitted that one or two drinks after work with his American friends did not break any moral code. He would casually sit at the bar and order a lig...t beer. The beer relaxed him at first, but after three or four he felt more than loose, and in that period when relaxation gives way to a light inebriation, he knew he should stop, but he did not. Instead he kept going and found himself drunk at the end of the night.Usually he drank to escape, to access that core of the brain which usually. So,i thought if can get myself off thinking about you, why can't i do it front of you?"That was revealation for me i didn't thought that my nicey nice gf would be masturbating thinking about me when she's horny. . "I want her mouth" he grinned. A clean thick black cock was presented to me and I opened my mouth to accept my fate. You were watching, in awe of their size. Your cock was hardening, needing something. "Fuck her cunt" the guy in my ass said to you, sounding exasperated, as if he couldn’t believe you haven't thought of that yourself. You crawled under me, trying not to touch the black guy, but eager for my pussy...your pussy. You lined it up to my cunt and plunge in, hard, ready. I gasped...the. And the sweat glistening on the tan shoulders of the weed man across the road certainly was inspiring some idleness. The change in pitch emanating from the trimmer dragged me back from some pleasant daydreaming. As I opened my eyes, I realized 2 things simultaneously: 1, the moisture between my legs was not entirely perspiration, and 2, the attentive public servant across the street had taken in an eyeful. I slowly removed my hand to my drink, never breaking the staring match, and took a long.