I only passed him and his mother on the elevator. She passed on a religious pamphlet that I politely accepted but tossed it into the trash once inside...my apartment. I was so engrossed in my sketch that I hdn't even noticed that the boy was standing beside me trying to look at what I was working on. It was a sketch of my friend Paul seated on a chair, his fingers laced together across his heavily furred chest which was white snow like his beard. "Why are you drawing Santa Claus naked?" asked. "Hey, Em, I'm gonna go take a shower, I'll be right back, 'kay?" "All right," I say smiling back. I watch as she walks towards her bathroom, that cute ass swaying. It kills me knowing I can't have her. We are friends, plus I have a boyfriend. But most of all, I'm a girl. But nights like these, when I'm spending the night and we are alone in the house, and all I can think about is how Sam isn't wearing any underwear or bra under those short shorts and thin tank top, I can't stop wanting to make. Her robe fell open and those gorgeous C cups were exposed to me, as was her pussy. I was shocked to see my grandmother had shaved all her pubic hair except a small runway. Apparently she wasn't all business as I thought. I couldn't hold it anymore, just looking at her I felt my balls tighten. My cock was about to cum. Quickly I slid back into her and thrust not more than four times, while putting one of those beautiful breasts into my mouth, before my cock exploded deep inside here. My. I was aroused at the sight and I rubbed my pussy in excitement. Allan saw me and giggled. He was happy his 11 inch dick would do two pussys today. I changed seat and sat close by Tonya. Her body perfume was stimulating my sexual appetite. I placed my hands on her shoulders and caressed them playing with the dress and bra straps bringing them up and down slowly. Tonya was on now and she closed her eyes in excitement. I believe her fuck hole should be wet now but I would wait for her to get soggy.