His eyes were shut though I knew he was feeling everything I was doing to him. One of his hands reached to me and held my bottom. His fingers stroked ...y naked ass, as if pleading for mercy. I pretended to ignore him though my pussy was growing wetter and wetter. He was flowing heavily now, his precome dripped from the tiny hole of his penis nonstop, keeping him wet and well lubed. I switched tactics now, my loose fists traveling down his shaft and releasing. I would begin at the very tip of his. Most often my boyfriend just went into the boxer from his room into the bath. Once he showered, the man came in. He stood watching as he came out of the shower. He reached all the way and grabbed his dick. My boyfriend stayed with him in his room and explored a little together. Next time, he was home alone on a Saturday night, he thought. An older woman who was also there, at 60 that time, often looked at him as he went from room to bath in the boxer. Since it was Friday and home alone, he. I was afraid it was going to taste really gross and I would throw up all over him. But, when he told me to take it and put it in my mouth, I went ahead and did so. At first I really wasnt sure about the taste, but as I was sucking on it, it began to be alright. Todd told me to start moving my mouth up and down on his cock, so I did. He was telling me how to suck him in between his moans. Soon he told me he was going to cum and I needed to swallow it all. Before I had a chance to protest, he. She didn’t move. She didn’t get up. “I want to know. I want to…do it…with someone.” “It will. It will happen…soon enough” I told her. She stood and left the room. I sat on my bed. All I pictured was her face, her sadness, and I also pictured her body and how it made me feel. I was slightly intrigued as well as a little aroused by her features. “God, Melissa…if you only knew…if only you felt me” I said to the air. She went out, around 7 that night, and I played the piano. I always love.