I was surprised at her sudden invitation to hang out at her house with her friends, most of whom I did not know. I had not heard from her for a week o... so after I brought her along to hang out with some of my friends and we had kept running into each other at parties. I had been to her house once before. It was a nice modern house out almost to the point where the suburbs meets the exurbs. Her Mother was in the medical field with the military and her Dad had some kind of white collar job as. I wanted to have in his wonderful cock one more time. The mutual oral pleasures, mentioned in the letter, also ignited my imaginations. I took a razor and shaved my cunt clean to make it palatable. When he came to have lunch, of course, along with my husband, I told him to stay back saying that I had some work for him. He blinked, but had no other way because my husband seconded me. Once we were alone, I asked him to sit beside me on the sofa. I produced him the letter. In no time his face went. You rub your own swollen clit with your free hand and work to get yourself off as well. The musky odor of Joe's crotch, the tangy taste of his ass, the teasing feel of your fingers on your clit and knowing just how forbidden the act you are doing with your boss is driving you crazy. Joe cannot hold back any longer. He holds your head in place over his asshole, forcing your mouth tighter against his opening. He takes a heavy breath in and begins to cum, shooting stream after stream of cum into. We hardly had any visitors to this remote homestead, but when we did, it was memorable for me. My mind floods with my early visions and memories of growing up and experimenting with sex. I was your typical boy, curious, exploratorive and horny as hell. I remember I would masturbate to playboy magazines that my fathers mining partner kept in his trailor that he had parked on our 5 acres of land. I remember looking at those beautiful women as they exposed their breasts as if to welcome my cock.