To her surprise, he didn’t. ‘Where are you?’ There was an unspoken demand in his tone, but surprisingly his voice was soft and even sounded a li...tle tired. She heard shouts and grunts in background, and realized he was at soccer practice. She almost laughed. Even in the rain, the team coach never let them take a day off. ‘Home.’ She replied simply, pushing strands of her hair out of her face as she turned on her side and relaxed. ‘Why didn’t you wait for me?’ He asked. His tone went dark, and. How much longer before you’re done? How much longer before you fuck me? How much longer do those dicks get? “Who is this person?” She thought. Then she accepted it. “She’s me, and I love it!” “About fifteen minutes for skimming and checking the chemicals. After that, I’m not sure.” Steve answered. His dick was rising even more, Cindy noticed. “I’m getting awfully warm. Would it interfere with your. I placed both my hands on each side of his fleshy cheeks and proceeded to squeeze them; so warm and soft as my tongue ravaged his smelly bum-hole- lapping up his mouth-watering shit-sauce! My cock was throbbing with uncontrollable lust, and as soon as I finished drinking his sweet bum juice,I could take it no longer and mounted him, my big brown throbbing cock deep between his warm fleshy buttocks. I started to rub my cock up and down his tight, moist entrance, until the room was flooded with. It was a husky ‘Hi’ After taking his coat and hanging it in the front hall closet, I lead him to the kitchen. Where he whistled and sniffed appreciatively. I sat him down and turned to get the food. We talked about all sorts of things. Work, friends the world and life goals. I will always remember his animated face in the candlelight as he shared a funny incident that had happened that day. He always knew how to make me laugh. After eating we just sat and he held my hand as we talked some.