And wet," he said lightly.He continued to quietly stroke me while sipping his coffee. I closed my eyes and began to rotate my hips. He chuckled. His h...nd lightly stroking me became my focus. Dark, with my eyes closed. Quiet, without speaking. My consciousness was reduced to feeling. The feeling of his hand on my bottom. It was a meditation. "His hand," was my mantra."Okay, up!" he ordered, lightly smacking my right cheek.Startled, I fairly jumped off the bed. I stood there a little dazed and. As it grew smaller, I was able to take more of it until finally I had it completely down my throat. At this point Frank leaned down and playfully bit my ear and whispered, "Thanks, buddy. That was great." And with these words, he pull his dick from my mouth and throat and went back to the sofa. I was bone hard and hot as hell, but I also knew that this would be a critical time in dealing with Frank. I was wondering what his next action would be. I was prepared. I just stared at her, running my fingers through her hair and undoing her bun. It still smelled like flowers. Just like the first time. “Why are you staring at me?’’ she said from my chest. She looked into my eyes and studied me for a bit. “Ugh, I got grease all over you.” She pulled the shirt over her head and licked a clean bottom corner before swiping at all the smudges she left on my face. I watched her work on my face with keen concentration before letting my eyes wander down her tan skin. Then he was behind me, I felt the massive tip of his cock resting on my puckered man pussy. I was about to explode, I was going to get fucked by a man in the locker room. Slowly he pressed forward, I relaxed to welcome him into me. My mistresses strapon had prepared me well, I was no virgin, I flinched slightly as his head stretched me open then popped in. I gasped at the warmth of his meat filled me. He pushed again and slid all the way in to his balls. "Oh my god your are such a gay.