Never have k**s of his own."What are you thinking, Troy?" I asked into those unblinking blue eyes. They didn't answer.I got up, pulled him into a sitt...ng position, and asked: "How about a swim? And then we'll have lunch."I went to his bag, pulled out his swimming trunks, and laid them on the bed. I took his hands and pointed them towards the ceiling, then lifted his t-shirt off him. I was surprised to see what a nice physique he had--muscled chest and shoulders and defined abs. Evenly tanned. Her eyes slid down, caught sight of the long thinly furred sheath that concealed the dog's cock and then jerked back to the young man's smiling face."Want to go for a cup of coffee?" he suddenly blurted out, almost as if he was now as nervous as she was."What?" she said, startled by the swiftness of the stranger's invitation. "I... I don't even know your name." And if you did... would it make any difference?" he said. "But to set your mind at ease, I'm listed in the Manhattan directory, under W. Molly let out a surprised gasp at the sharp pinch to her sensitive flesh.“Oh, that stings Jimmy…”“You taste so good” He moved his attention to her other breast as his hand found her well used wet tit. Molly found herself gyrating her pelvis against the hard ridge growing behind his denims. Her panting felt loud in her ears, the wet sounds of his mouth, the moist heat below her waist, were all making her feel uncomfortable in her skin, like a thousand burning ants were crawling all over her but. But Now, I wanted them to go in both at the same time. Oh God, what a feeling, with them both going in and both coming out at the same time. I could feel myself moving my body to meet my hands and bottles. Just like that young hot horny wife in that book when she had two guys' hard fat cocks slamming into both of her hot horny holes. I was her and these bottles were their hard fat cocks.When I hit my climax it was a floodgate of emotional release. I was the wife in the book, I was Ann here with.