I touched my lips to his warm shoulder blade and inhaled. He smelled of sex, of the masculine fragrance of our combined sweat and juices. It emanated ...rom the sheets we lay upon and hung faintly in the air. A cool breeze blew in through the open window and with it the unfathomable stillness of the sleeping city outside, cautioning those few who dared stir at such an hour not to disturb its slumber. Sometimes the necessity to be quiet can be a nuisance, but at that moment I found it highly. Her firm, pert tits pushed the material out and her dark, inch-long nipples jutted through the cloth practically begging to be sucked. The dress was slightly gathered at the waist, causing an accentuation of her hips as it flowed over them and down to brush against her mound which was clearly visible through the thin cotton.Certainly she would have caused a riot in public, but in the partially secluded back yard, I figured she was safe. Nobody but our guests would be close enough to appreciate. I told her that I told you I love the taste of cum, no matter who it comes from. She said ohhh that's go to be intense and she had never tasted a woman's cum, so I kissed her deeply, she had a look of shock on her face, but then kissed me again, I said lick my chin and neck taste it good. She did as she was told. I told her to call me next time she was going to make her husband cum, I want to watch. She said it would have to be while he lay in bed so he couldn't see me, it would confuse him and. Joe massaged the sticky white seed into Anthony’s chocolate brown flesh continuing to stroke his sensitive cock as he did making Anthony moan even more. Then Joe asked if there was anything else that needed massaging and Anthony sat up and in a very matter of fact tone said that actually his prostate always needed stroking, and by the looks of it Joe had a perfect tool to do the job.He pulled Joe’s waistband and released a near foot long cock that was not as thick as Anthony’s but not far off..