.''his big hands on my small cock getting hard under my pants''please omg ''his friend up getting his pants downin white stretch boxer a really dark f...t cock bulge help in my face the smooth fabric and hard cock sliding on my face''you like his big cock dont you, you gonna suck on it for me''''omg i never did this guys ....''his boxer help downmy eyes lock on the fat cock , black full of veins pulsing infront of me''open your mouth, taste him, you will like it''whispering in my ear, holding me. Without thinking I ran my finger up the deep crevice.Ignoring me she went straight for the fireman's compartment. She turned around as I walked in and gave me the same devilish look that she had given me when we were k**s that always resulted in me getting in trouble for listening to her. She cooed, "Mark, come over and ring the bell. After all you did fuck last night." Ok s*s, I guess I can if it will make you happy." Looking around I was ecstatic that there was no one else around yet this. There was no response. The receptionist was about 50, hunched over and staring at Leanne blankly through her thick glasses. There was a magazine open in front of her, which Leanne had apparently distracted her from. After a moment or two, the young woman decided to continue."I saw an advert asking for people to come and sit with the old people." Residents," corrected the grim faced receptionist with a look of disgust."Right, sorry. Residents." Leanne could see her usual charm wasn't having much. She had come for raising funds for some charity. She kept apologizing and asking them to calm down but they kept abusing and scolding her. After hearing a mouthful she slowly made her way up to our floor. I felt bad for the girl and I liked her spirit. even after being abused and shamed she continued to focus on her work.She came and stood in front of my door. She had seen me watching the happening from the above floor. As I opened the door I instantly got sucked into her eyes and body. I asked.