.. oh sure... well maybe," he responded as he looked up at Ashley. Brad's ears perked up at what she said next. "Last night... in the backyard... I th...nk someone was watching me." Brad tried to hide his guilt, "In the backyard? How is that possible?" Ashley adopted a conspiratorial tone. "I don't know but I was wondering. Would you be willing to sit in the backyard tonight while I take my shower and get ready for bed? You know, make sure no one's out there." "Holy shit!" he thought, "Does she. He leaned back a little and I stroked him faster. I got a little of his cum in my mouth, but I let the rest shoot onto his stomach. I was surprised that it didn't taste bad, and it made the event even naughtier. Part of me really wanted to lick it right off him, but I decided to hold back a little and make sure it was OK with him. Lindsay asked me if i tasted it. I said a little. she asked if it was good. I nodded and she rubbed her pussy even more. (she told me later it made her really hot) I. "I can show a little more — up top — if you'd like. It's just that I don't have much, especially compared to Grace that..." Stop it right there, Samantha," he commanded as he suddenly came alive and moved. He came over to stand in front of her as she glanced up at him furtively. He smiled reassuringly and placed his hands lightly on her shoulders."You look drop-dead, heart-stoppingly gorgeous," he sighed and shook his head slightly. "I have to admit I have no idea what the protocol is for. I went slowly, working his cock with long steady, even strokes from the base to the tip, where precum was now bubbling out. From time to time I used my free hand to spread it over the head again. It seemed like a long time but it could not have been more than a couple of minutes before Matt’s breathing grew heavy, his chest rising and falling deeply with each breath. His hips started squirming, and then thrusting upward, meeting my hand, fucking it like it was a cunt. Then I noticed that his.