The Davis family had a lovely home. The living room was nicely decorated, but I was there for another reason. I heard the patter of feet on the floor ...bove me so I carefully made my way up the stairs, all the while being extra careful not to make any noise that might alert the young angel to my presence.I reached the top of the stairs and stole a glimpse down the hallway, into the first bedroom on the left. The darling girl had even left her bedroom door ajar. Perhaps this was because nobody. ”“We can be friends without doing it,” I said.“Duh!” Libby laughed. “But I want to! You know how to lick a girl, obviously, since you taught me! I want to feel that, too! Seriously, Jesse, I want to be your friend, no matter what. But I also want you to be my first!”She stopped walking and after a step, I stopped and turned.“Is there something wrong with me?” she asked.I shook my head, “No, there’s nothing wrong with you.”“But I thought guys always wanted to have sex!”“Oh, they do,” I agreed. The gobs dribble down your legs. The train stops. The doors slide open. A tide of people rush out of the train, carrying you with them like a piece of driftwood. On the platform you step out of the flow and pause away from everyone heading onto the escalator. You examine the backs of your legs. Creamy wet splotches dot the shiny black fabric of your stockings. You look around, trying to catch sight of the person who just did this to you. Who was it? Not a clue. The train pulls out of the. I wanted to feel his thick cum shooting into me. Then Bastian said, "Come over here Ed, and guide my big cock into Megan's little pussy."I was surprised at myself for how I was willing to fuck another man for the first time since I was married, but Ed surprised me even more. He had a look of pure lust on his face as he moved next to me and tried to wrap his fingers around that thick black cock. Bastian rocked his hips back a little, bringing his cock head in line with my labia lips, and Ed held.