We introduce ourselves and we all sit on the futon. His name is Dustan, turns out he's a paramedic for the Navy and married with kids. "I have to go p...e real quick" I say"Mind if I suck his cock?" Lawrence inquires"No baby, go ahead" I assure himI go to the bathroom my head spinning, my heart racing, I am incredibley excited to watch my boyfriend fuck another guy. When I walk out I see my boyfriend's head bobbing up and down on Dustan's dick. I'm immediately turned on by seeing this. I can hear. Well, that kinda sums it up, I guess. Anyway, back to this guy Mark Carla’s was going on about.‘So, tell me about this Mark guy you met,’ I asked Carla?Mark had quit his studies and was currently working in a bar, thinking about his next career move, Carla explained. He was thirty-something, according to Carla, who had forgotten to ask him his exact age. Forgot to say, but Carla is twenty-three and I’m twenty-two. He loved working out and was really handsome, according to Carla. She described. He pointed to an area between the restaurant wall and its dumpster, and I walked there."Strip," he said. I'd been right, my clothes were staying behind."I have this," I told him, pulling a DVD disk in a paper sleeve out of my pocket.He frowned. "Carlos told you not to bring anything," he said."If Carlos wants what he told me, I need it," I retorted.For a moment he glared at me. Then he pulled out a cell phone. "Stay there," he said, and dialed. He spoke into the phone in rapid Italian; I heard. ” Pleasure flared down my dick, even larger now, thicker. It was a huge slab thrusting from the folds of my pussy. I couldn't stop stroking myself. It felt so good. These tingling raced through me, slamming into the panic choking about my heart.“I don't know what's going on!” I shouted. “Just don't come in, Kurt! Please!”I couldn't let anyone see me like this. Even if it felt incredible. Oh, god, that was amazing. Every time my hand reached the tip, pleasure shot down my shaft. My pussy.