My thoughts had never turned to a man in woman's clothes before but now my cock was straining in my jeans. I had to release it. I held it throbbing in...my hand while I spied on the plumber. Why did I do that? His cock was enormous and he was certainly enjoying himself; long strokes, gentle, regular, breathing heavily, whispering 'Alison' 'Alison'. My God it was so erotic, I almost wanted to go and help him, take his cock, put it in my mouth. Why did I think that?And then the bedroom door. His wood went towards the end of my throat, a few times, but it didn't hurt the intimacy. I kept at it, for him, as the perfect mom and girlfriend.'I surely don't want to push him on seeing Keisha or Gia, but, of course, it is rather hot to think of Joe or Pete, for that matter, fucking one of them. Both of them are sexy, and I think I even saw both of them showboating, their bra straps too. Maybe they have their own crushes; I could see that. Sandra and I have turned these guys into two. The KCAR news van pulled smoothly into its reserved spot outside the station. Its driver, the multi-talented cameraman everyone called Mack, had a deeply personal reason to make sure it was a smooth end to the trip; he was now able to add parking while receiving head to his list of abilities.Some 30 seconds later, he was able to cum, and his seducer – reporter Darren McCarver – swallowed his load without damage."Driving that well while being blown is quite a skill," Darren said, licking her. The antiseptic hum and reek of masculinity in the toilets had forever been imprinted on the olfactory senses.“Do you want a joint?” Fritz asked.“No, thank you, I don’t smoke at all,” he answered.“Do you mind if I do?” Fritz asked.“No, not at all,” then after a pause Hans asked, “What does it do for you?”“It makes me fucking horny,” Fritz answered.That explanation was good enough for Hans. Hans watched as Fritz inhaled three huge drags before placing the spliff on the ashtray.“Oh, fuck yeah,”.