.. let me ride your cock..." he begged. I smiled as i went ahead and got on the bed and laid there. He quickly jumped on me and after a few tries he s...id me into his ass and he was riding me like a pro. My hands holding onto his ass and slapping them as i spread them apart. My cock sliding in and out of him as he rode it. He had me grunting and moaning pretty good with that tight gay ass on my cock. "Ride it.. come on fuck my dick..." i said as i watched him bounce on it. He fucked it pretty. She had finished her bathing, and was going to come, to which I quickly went and sat down on the couch.She came out of the bathroom, in her bathrobe and went to her room. After changing her dress, she came out of her room, and we were chatting again. She was wearing a tight t-shirt and a capri. Her t-shirt was so, that her nipples were visible. I guess, she did not wear any bra at that time. I was hard on at that time, but still tried to control it. While we were chatting, I was continuously. Next went down to her pants. She slowly pushed her pant down and as she did that she was swaying as if there was music playing in the background. I could see her trimmed pussy now. As she pushed the pant down to the floor, she stepped out of it. Then she spread her legs and started touching her pussy. Then she inserted one finger. One hand was still caressing her breast. Her eyes were closed and her facial expression showed that she was enjoying every bit of this. After 4 mins of fingering her. There is no way I could fully express the gratitude and the love I felt for him for that. No one else had ever chosen me, picked me out of a virtual sea of other people and said, 'this is the one I want'. For someone like me, simply to be picked, for almost anything, was a very rare treat indeed. He was the first to make me promises, promises he'd always kept. I grew up expecting almost nothing, and he completely transformed my perspective about life and living. I was only able to look inward.