We've all been there. All know the exquisite delight of being the first to drain an inexperienced popsicle of all its creamy goodness again and again ...nd again until his meat is rawer than fresh fillet steak and he's screaming in agony at your every touch. But did you take care? Did you nurture and mould and train him in his responsibilities as a male pleasure giver? Or did you just stuff his face in your crack and his cock in your arse in a rampant display of self-absorbed pleasure-seeking? I. I responded to my own soul-searching by spreading my legs just a bit. Dianna took that cue, then took me.We watched the sun come up over the lake, then slept like the dead until noon. It felt good to shower with someone again. It felt better to have sex in the shower. We reprised our reciprocal roles; she took my meat, then I took hers. Being with her this way, I didn't feel the guilt or shame of becoming a 'switch-hitter' I would have felt — had felt - even a week before.As we were toweling. Thank you young man, hope we meet again soon – the gleam in his eyes and he said me too granny. The door opened and Jenny standing there with her arms open – hello darling you are looking so good – kissing her grandmother who took her case and lead her into the house to the kitchen dropping off the case in the hall on route saying you can unpack later come have a glass of wine I’ve opened a bottle Sitting on a bar stool in the kitchen they started to catch up – have you a boyfriend yet, no. My green eyes bore into his as I pumped his dick up and down. I slowly nibbled around the umbra of his cock head. He inhaled deeply. I leaned back and slapped the prick against my pendulous chest. “Do you want me to take all of you?” “Can you do that?” “Only if you want me to.” I said melodically, flicking his dripping cock through my cleavage. Without an answer, Marco stood up and grabbed me about the waist. He lifted, inverting me. Marco turned toward the recliner and sat me in it upside.