In no time at all I was shooting rope after thick creamy rope of my cum at the drain. "Tim", my mother called through the door, "make sure you clean u... the tub when you're done in there." I smiled to myself hoping that she was talking about the yard clippings that were circling the drain caught up in my thick seed. After my shower I met up with my friend Steve and we spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon as we usually did on Sundays. We would sneak into the local hotels to use. I found it hard to keep my tongue on target when she started thrusting her hips – she didn’t make a lot of sounds – just heavy breathing and moans (a STR8 friend had told me that women are more noisy during sex than guys – but she wasn’t).It was really hot when her Orgasm started and I felt her strong spurts of piss in my mouth. It had a nice taste – not that large a quantity - I swallowed most of it.I kneeled up – the Girl smiling at me – then the Woman said that a real Gentleman doesn’t just. Her yellow summer dress looked a size too small for her, the buttons at the top testing the thread to its limit. Behind her stood Rocío, her hands running over the royal shoulders and down over the light cotton, cupping her breasts.On the opposite side of the room stood a large dressing table with two candles placed in holders either side of an imposing mirror, giving the room its only light, but my attention was drawn to the salmon pink shirt and blue cargo shorts that hung off the back of a. ‘Hello,’ Phil answered. ‘Good evening,’ the voice on the other end of the line responded. ‘How are you tonight?’ The voice was soft, yet raspy. The voice of someone you might hear at 3:00 a.m. on alternative radio. Phil’s hair stood on end. Here was a man who commanded respect from 1000 person audiences when he spoke, but, now, his stomach was knotted like some 12 year-old schoolboy. ‘Somewhat nervous, I must admit. I’ve never done anything like this before.’ ‘Well, why don’t you tell me your.