He was maybe twenty-five with a smiling, eager face. Brown hair, average build, and naked. His cock was in his hand. I stared at it. 4-5 inches long. ...lready hard. My stomach felt tight, my hands shook a little. He stroked himself for a few seconds, eyes locked on my naked skin. I saw a tiny drop of precum on the tip of its head. I closed my eyes, trying to control my breathing. This is what I wanted, right? But I can’t! Not like this. Not when-Suddenly I felt that strange cock sliding up. Mark went to Mrs Swift's house, she let him in. " Right, because I am a woman, I am weaker than most men, I think I should double the number of strokes to twelve, do you agree?" Mark looked at her carefully, Mrs Swift was about 40 years old, a fine firm figure with shoulder length dark brown hair, dressed in a green knee-length dress, fantastic legs and medium heels. Mark adored her. " Whatever you want" he said, " Right Mark, BEND OVER!!" Mark put his hands on his knees, Mrs Swift raised the. “Sure.” I tell her anything to put off what I know is to come. “Ok good. Go get us a table at our favorite restaurant. I have a stop to make and then I will be there.” Michelle tells me with a wicked grin on her face. “Sounds good.” I say as I get in my car wondering what tha t grin was all about. I head over to the steakhouse and of course it is busy. By the time I get us a table Michelle is there. She walks in carrying a bag in her hand and giving me that same sinful grin. “Here I. He happily allowed her to lap it up as he played with her nipples, pulling on them a little harder each time. She gagged as he thrust his throbbing cock at her throat. She swallowed every inch only pulling away as he gently pulsed. She was not going to allow him to cum yet. She wanted every drop of that sweet seed deep in her other end. Before he knew what was happening she pulled away and turned her body away from him and threw herself on the hood again with her face down. She grabbed.