God did everyone in the place think we were hookers, oh what I would give to be in the back seat of one of my high school boy friends car fucking his ...rains out, any place but here. We were seated and I can't remember much about dinner but that Daniel tried to carry on a conversation with me and I did a lot of smiling and nodding my head yes; I have no idea what I said yes to. I did put away a few glasses of wine and the next thing I know we are leaving the restaurant and I find myself in a. I stood up, placed my hand on the back of his head and started fucking his mouth, my balls hitting his chin. He could take a cock like a pro, no gag reflex. Honestly, I was the luckiest man alive to find a guy like Chris. But subs don’t need to know that. And I had to make him my sub. I kept fucking his face until with one last stroke I pushed my cock in as far as I could, cumming down his throat. If you’ve never done that to a guy or girl before, trust me, it’s ecstasy. I pulled out and he. He reached around her to unhook her bra as his mouth went dry at the sight of her full beautiful round tits. His kisses were hot and passionate, and her body felt like it was on fire as she felt Jeff's hands explore her young womanhood. Pushing her down on his bed, Jeff placed himself between her open legs. Kissing his way up her thigh until he reached the light powder blue panties and slipping his hand inside, he found her wet spot waiting. Ripping away her last piece of clothing, he. It was the early part of the evening, and people were milling around the bar, chatting, having a drink, looking around. I noticed this woman who was in her mid-forties. She was striking, but not in an overtly sexual or slutty way. Neither skinny nor plump, she was fairly tall, and had an almost ethereal look, as though her mind were somehow elsewhere. She had very long hair, almost reaching her backside, and a long loose skirt, with an embroidered white blouse. In short, she could have been in.