"your so damed sexy," he told me, but i was bearly listening-he had a fat cock and i was trying to get at it. i couldn't believe it when i got my hand... on his prick, it was big and thick. i fell to my knees and sucked on it hungrily. i was loving it, getting a taste of his beautiful, thick prick - all the better for being so unexpected. he was moaning and i was hungry for it, so i lay down and spread my legs wide. looking up at that thick rod poking out of his jeans, i begged for him to fuck. The movers started bringing in her furniture. I went to my apartment and poured a coffee and sat down to read for a while. About two hours later there was a tap on my door. It was Gail. She said "Sorry to bother you but if your offer still stands I was wondering if you could help me hang some pictures?" I agreed to help. We went down to her apartment on the third floor. She had half a dozen pictures to hang. The first one was of a young man she told me it was a picture of her late husband. He. Momentarily, my bra joined the rest of the clothes, leaving me naked in the broad daylight as we head down the Interstate. I spread her legs, so he can finger me without any encumbrance. I immediately engulf his cock again. Mitch looks over at my drenched cunt, and he shivers with desire. The reaches over and begins finger-fucking me, the harder he did that, the deeper I suck him. I notice that Mitch was aroused that he wasn’t paying close attention to the road. However, he’s able to keep. "Wait until we get to the flat," she said with a mischievous grin, getting to her feet. As we approached the door, I felt tense and slightly nervous. I was anxious about facing Steve, knowing now that he was fucking Effie. As for her, she seemed to have an air of restrained eagerness. We opened the door and went in. "Hi, Steve," I called out. "Andy, how are you doing?" came the cheerful reply. He was relaxing in a leather armchair in front of the t.v., a can of beer in his hand. "I'm fine," I.