"Landscaper" guy was on the next bar stool. He had a mid-length cock but it was thick. His crotch smelled of sweat and lawn clippings, not exactly eau...de parfum, but not entirely repulsive. I had to work him a bit, up and down, and with my tongue but after about five minutes he shot a huge load down my throat. I didn't have time to decide whether I was going to swallow or not; in fact, I didn't really have a choice. His cum shot right down my throat. "Pan Head's" taste was still in my. She was hugely relieved to have managed to keep Cecilia enrolled, but at the same time remained very angry at her. More than anything else was the hassle of having to re-write the midterm. There were other unpleasant concerns facing her, including the reprimand and invariable department gossip and discussions behind her back about her choice of a scholarship student.Burnside somewhat sympathized with Cecilia, because the girl had no way of knowing that a few mouse clicks would set off such a. As our tongues intertwined, I felt fingers working to unfasten my belt. Not more than two seconds later, the same unseen hands were unsnapping my pants and pulling down my zipper. I tensed up. "Relax! It's just me." I heard Cheryl's voice say from between my legs. When I raised my buttocks off the couch, she pulled down my pants and underpants with them. Released from the confines of my clothing, my manhood pushed its way upward in her direction. Meanwhile, Teresa who had been unbuttoning. He couldn't turn away for some reason. His wife had stopped fucking him a few years before and he only got relief by jacking off. He guessed I was in the same boat. I said I wasn't but this was something that I just felt an urge for from time to time.I invited him in to have a beer and talk about it further. He had a tent in his shorts from a hard cock. I kept looking at it. He sat on the couch and then asked if my wife knew I did this. I said not really. She knew I could deep throat.