I dont want to be alone again this weekend. I was wondering if perhaps we could go out. Mentally, I began to high five myself. Thats great, I said. Di... you have something in mind? Well, she responded, I was thinking a nice dinner and some wine. I havent been dancing in a long while. How would you feel about getting down and dirty after our dinner? We could go to this black blues club Im familiar with. We could dance and whoop it up. Would you feel uncomfortable? Not many whites will be there. I. ?Strip to your pink panties now, you lying little homo!? Although Tresner is allowed to wear clothes in the houseexcept when he is on a clothing restriction, he is forced to wear pantieswherever he goes. ?Please, Sir?? Tres begged, but as my brow darkened, hepulled off his stupid muscle t-shirt and stepped out of his jeans. As youprobably saw from his profile picture, the boy is quite the muscle queen, andis vain about his good looks. Once I actually caught Tresner using my electric razor. The smell of lavender and honey filled the warm room hot and musty from the beating sun that was just starting to set in the low county of Mendoza. I pulled her close not allowing her to move only fell the weight of my cock thick inside of her, a strong grip on her neck she is breathing hot breath of anticipation as we meet eye to eye. I release her then have her to stand over me, the honey yellow skin ever perfect, lean thin muscle framed this farmer girl. Dark red hair and yellow eyes. With my free left hand, I released my cock from a leg of my shorts and furiously stroked. I struggled to maintain a left-handed rhythm but I still felt cum building in my sac.At the same time, Julie’s thighs suddenly clamped around my head and she clenched her buttocks, sure signs that she was on the verge of orgasm. I eased a finger into her and she shook and flailed her way to an intense orgasm, cumming over me. Julie then crouched back against a tree, still trembling. With a gaping, soaked.