“Sure. Just not right now. If you want to see me spurt, my poor worn-out balls need time to recuperate and reload first! In the last 24 hours, you�...ve probably gotten me off more than I have in the last 24 months! Don’t get me wrong. I’m not complaining, but an old guy like me gets to be out of practise. Hell, if I’m gonna have to try and keep up with a 19-year old semi-nymphomaniac, I might have to go into a regular training routine!”.“Hey! I like that idea! Maybe I could be the official. His hair was short still, but its black and silver strands were longer than regulation, she was certain. She knew that he was taller thanTommy’s six foot one. But his more mature body had long since lost the lankiness of youth. Broad shoulders tapered to a waistline that while not fat by any means would definitely give a woman something to wrap her arms about. From this angle, by far his most impressive feature was the way that the denim of his jeans hugged his backside. If a man could have a. Tracy grinned in a way he hadn't seen before, at least from her, as her grasping hand fell and took the filigreed mask from his hand and reached up to strap it onto his face."I think we should re-enact that night. Right now."Brad dropped his pack into the grass and pushed her hand out of the way as he undid his belt buckle. He was completely on board. An excited giggle came from Tracy, and she got to her knees in front of him as he fished his cock out. "Oooh," she said as she grasped it with. It’s really OK, baby. I’ve wanted to see you do this ever since I tried to get you to go down on Jeff.’My mind locked in on that instantly. That was so long ago, before we had k**s, and even though it had never occurred to me before, I knew exactly what she was talking about. We were with our friends, Robin and Jeff, and we were all drinking a lot of beer and tequila. A friendly card game turned into strip poker, and we were all eventually naked. With no clothes left, the rules had changed. The.