She sensed my question, and whispered "I worked on seventh avenue years ago. In separates. Before..." Then she stopped. Before I got married, I suspec...ed she was going to say. But I left it alone.The guy who had advanced me the cash on my word about how good looking she was hadn't wondered about anything but the size of her tits. So he wasn't expecting the Denise I had first met. But her nervousness was a problem. I pulled my drawer open and quickly grabbed a reefer. It's the best for making. "Looking up into Solomon's handsome Latin face, I smiled and said: "I know you aren't a fag! I'd never think that of you! No problem. Don't worry. Just...enjoy! Relax!"I never keep track of how long a blow job session lasts. I just enjoy it for as long as it lasts! For me, that's the secret. Enjoy EVERY MOMENT! Be IN the moment! Savor every second!I then lavished Solomon's gorgeous, MANLY cock, with as much energy and enthusiasm as I possibly could, and it was perfectly obvious that he enjoyed. "They could be right, wanta help me rinse off?" Sure do." She answered.We got out of bed and headed for the shower. It only took a few seconds for the water to get just right and we got in and started soapin each other. My dick tried to pay attention a time or two but I managed not to get hard. We finished and dried off and put on some clothes. I put on jeans and a shirt and found where the girls had put my socks and then got my boots on. Sarah just put on a long T-shirt, no bra, no panties,. I bit my lip to keep from moaning and pushed my finger fully inside my warm, wet hole. I took my shorts and panties all the way off and raised my legs onto the sides of the stall (cheerleader trick) and leaned back with the plumbing awkwardly against my spine, but all my focus was between my legs. I didn't know how much time I would have before the teacher, Miss Lamm, would come to check on me, so I worked my pussy into a rapid lather until my orgasm arrived in long, surging waves. When I left.