He was on my couch. I was in front of him pulling off his black shorts. He had no underware on, his 18 year old cock sprung out and stood full. I went...after it with a hunger. I wasted no time getting him in my mouth. His cock was long. Not a hair on him still. Michael moaned as he rythmically thrust his hips as I sucked. His breathing got faster as I pulled off of him and stroked him to catch my own breath. Precum flowed from his cock as I quickly licked it and swallowed his cock as deep as it. I told her that I had never collaborated with anybody before but was willing to try anything once. Besides, I really wanted to spend more time with her. I didn’t know what it was, but she was definitely drawing me in. Then I asked her what she had in mind. She said, ‘I listened to your CD and it is very nice.’ Oh shit I thought, then said, ‘Now there are two words every musician hates to hear.’ (‘Very nice’ usually means ‘I hated it but I don’t want to hurt your feelings.’) She must have known. That's when it hit the proverbial fan. He and Michelle were really going at it, with the rest of us including the barber laughing at them. Then the focus turned to me and I almost got scalped when I slid down in the chair trying to disappear."Jon Morgan, this was your idea, wasn't it? You knew he would want the same haircut you got."I had the cover they use in all barbershops pulled up far enough to cover my grin, but it wasn't helping me at all when the barber moved it, exposing my ear to ear. The grip on her wrists relaxed and he cautiously released her. She stood as he had demanded, her back to the wall, the covering of her breasts pulled high, her breasts now naked to the night air and her arms raised above her head. She again felt him lifting the hem of her mini dress, his fingers drifting higher and then the electrifying touch of his finger in the gap between her legs. He slipped his finger under the edge of her panties and she felt the cool kiss of night on her lower lips. The.