My knees gave out on each one and his cock in me and his hands on my hips were the only thing keeping me up. I could hear my whimpering and his slammi...g against my ass echoing through out the courtyard. Then I saw a light come out across from us and a man open his blinds. What a sight we must have been. A man twice my weight and 20 yrs my senior was fucking the hell out of me as my tits flew back and forth and nipples brushed the railing. I didn't care what the man saw. It felt so good.The next. He played with my cock and balls, drawin' me closer to the opening. I felt hot lips on the head of my cock. I moved closer. I knew nothing but it felt good so I went with the flow. He stopped sucking and I felt a cock along side mine as he began stroking both our cocks together. I could tell right off that his cock was longer than mine as mine was on the top and his was between my legs. About an extra 3 inches at least. He was pushin my balls back between my lets with each stroke and man. As I explored his mouth I became aware of a new taste. I thought to myself that must be my pussy juices, not bad.“Gotta pee,” he said as he darted from the room.I lay there wondering how I was going to be able to keep from having him do that to me every moment we are alone. Then I asked myself, what am I going to say or do when he asks me to go down on him because I am sure he will? Gee, I had him kiss me after he was down there and it actually tasted good. Maybe I am all wrong about what. Rick was a hearty, friendly fellow, one of those back slapping, loud talking, draw-attention-to-himself sorts of guys. He was that way naturally, which was good, because he didn't make diddly on cars these days. All that crap that the Great State of California made them put on the cars he sold made them three or four thousand more to buy than in neighboring Nevada. You could breathe the air in California, which was good if you didn't have major moolah, because you were walking in all that fresh.