.. I don’t want ... to say.”I sighed, and sipped at my coffee as I tried to work out where to go next. “Lovely coffee, as usual,” I said, in l...eu of anything more profound.She glanced up with a slight smile. “It’s the Macchu Picchu you told me about, ages ago.”We sat in silence for several minutes – a tense sort of silence, not a comfortable one. I knew to wait her out. Cruel, perhaps, but probably the only way to get to the bottom of things.“I’m afraid,” she whispered, at last.I took a slow. God, he thought. Leave it to my slutty bitch fiancé to make even this hotter than it is! God, I love this slut!! After her entire face was clean, Sue started kissing his neck and wispered that her big dicked lover wasn't man enough to fuck her, so Paul had some work to do. Paul wasted no time and was in her soaked pussy immediately. It felt so warm and wonderfully wet. "Is all this wetness me or him" he wanted to know referring to the puddle that he just dipped his dick into. "Mmmm, yes" was. ..please sir, I can't hold it anymore..." His voice was hoarse as I said, but also thick and heavy with teenage sexuality. voice was hoarse as I said, but also thick and heavy with teenage sexuality. "Nonsense, you meant to say, you couldn't stand the stomach cramps. I've known boys much younger than you to hold it for hours. Of course the cramps almost drove them mad, but the fear of what would happen if the let go, encouraged them to comply. Did the coach of your football team ever give you. He was wearing somewhat lose boxers, although I could tell he was getting excited as a large bulge was beginning to grow in the middle.“These too?” He said playfully, looking down at his boxers. I nodded. He slowly inched them down, exposing more of his taught stomach. Then his cock springed out of them, as I watched it bob up and down, getting harder and larger. He stepped out of the boxers. I could only gape in wonder as I was mesmerized by his beautiful boyrod.“Hey…hey! Your turn!” He.