"I need to lick you ... taste you," she told me actually licking her own lips as though she was. "How would you like it? Side by side? Sixty-nine? On ...op? On bottom? Selfish?" Selfish," I said grinning at her, though I knew by the look on her face, that's what she wanted to do anyway. We both enjoyed that, feeling it, as much as doing it. She pushed me onto my back where I comfortably positioned myself, head slightly raised so I could look down and watch her as she ate me. More importantly. .. Her mouth dropped open and she just stared at his hand squeezing my cock through my jeans.“Go on Angela, have a feel ... It’s really hard and he may need you to get it out for him.”I couldn’t believe he just did that, I was thinking ... Angela might think I was gay or something. But was sort of relieved when he told her ... to touch me. I looked at Angela and she just giggled ... reached over and started squeezing my cock.Victor took his hand away and watched with a big grin on his face and. I had to choke back a laugh in case I attracted my colleagues' attention.Me: “Leave it with the visits committee. In case they ask, do you offer nighttime visits and sleepovers? BTW, we especially enjoyed the full-size African fertility artifacts. So satisfying to have such exchanges of culture between Africa and America.Jason: “The curator couldn’t agree more. He understands it’s a shame that such large artifacts are not domestically produced anymore and have to be imported from Africa. But. After a bit he slammed forward again and I swear I had my face buried into his gut, only his balls remained outside. Yeah, he yelled in triumph, Fuck yeah, and the assault began. Back and forth, slamming into my throat, me sucking away like a champ. By watching his rhythm i was able to breath and suck and before long I felt him swell a bit, and the surge before the eruption. He slammed forward, going as deep as he could, pulse after pulse sliding directly into my gullet and down into my.