She smelled of Irish Spring. I couldn’t wait for the movie to end. When I brought Tania home, I immediately started fondling her. I was so ridicul...usly horny, my hardon was ready to spring from my pants. I kissed her deep in the mouth and rubbed her breasts through her Walmart shirt. Squeezed her thighs and pussy mound through her khakis. As I tongued her, I started pulling off her belt and dropped her pants. She stepped out of them. I reached for the light and dimmed it. Next I began. My heart beats like hummingbird wings as she leans over me, and I can’t believe it’s really happening.“This won’t change anything, will it?” I say in between kisses. “I don’t want things to be weird.”“I won’t let things get weird if you don’t.” She pulls my head toward hers, and I moan into her lips.Bianca and I are comfortable with each other—we’ve chatted about our kinks before, and about our sex lives. I recall lying awake at night some months prior, listening to Bianca and her now-ex. She didn’t see me - I had quickly moved backwards to the doorway. The way the house was set up she would have to specially look towards me to see me; and she was clearly expecting to have the house to herself.She leant forward slightly, fussing over her child. I drank in every line of her body greedily. Her legs and thighs were smooth and rounded, moving gracefully upwards to a wide, but perfectly proportioned rear end. Her thighs were pressed together, but I could still see the hint of her. . his smile was sexy and I was getting rock-hard....

Almost immediately we heard the sounds of someone coming through the bushes and a tall, gangly black guy, maybe about 50 years old, suddenly appeared with a rucksack. He made his way towards us, a lanky swagger to his step. I had had no time to get my raging hard-on into my shorts or my clothes on, and my mate had his cock out so it was really obvious what was going on. But our visitor was pretty cool. A trespasser just as we were, he.