The front view was okay, nothing special, but not too drab. The back, however, was another story. My own block’s garages were immediately behind and...beyond that was the rear gardens of the houses in the next road. I use the word ‘gardens’ very loosely. Ninety percent of them were overgrown rubbish tips, most looking like they had been like that for very many years.The backs of the houses were just a mess of higgledy-piggledy drain pipes in all sorts of colours. Windows of many varying shapes. ’ Is all he said as I started to lick him. The taste was sweet and salty. I tried to place my hand around him, but my fingers where not large enough. I used my other hand, together they reached around him. I strained to get my lips around his head. I sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could. I then licked his shaft up and down. Down till I came to his balls, slowly and with quick strokes I licked at him. I heard him moan. He reached for my French Twist and pulled my hair back up his. Kathy's chest was rising and falling as she kept trying to get enough air in her lungs; Marty had her head up out of her mom's puss, but was on all fours trying to get her breathing under control. They had both given their all for a great orgasm.Watching Martha try to catch her breath, her stomach rippling and her boobs moving all over the place as she tried to get more oxygen, I was drawn in, without being asked I leaned into her and Kissed Martha full on the lips. Oh yeah, I could taste what. Emily would say too big, but then she would. She doesn't much like allthe attention, whereas me I don't mind, it's just a side effect.I like the shape, gentle slope down the top, to a nice rounded profilecapped by thick nipples. They've gone hard, my nipples, the water'salmost dried up now and it's getting a little cold so they do that.And the little goosebumps on the skin, they're cool (hah, I like thatpun). They're jiggling as I write this. That's funny, I wiggle myfingers and my boobs.