The room was dark and filthy; it smelled sweat, old tobacco and sex…Seamus closed the door behind us and he smiled at me.He was a little heavier tha... he looked from his pictures and a little older looking too. He was not wearing any shoes.He stared at me, saying I looked even more beautiful and sexier than my pictures. The black guy got closer and he put his hands around me. Both hands soon were rubbing and squeezing my firm buttocks…Seamus then started to kiss my neck, as his hands felt my. His tiny, erect nipples point their desire at you, and as your nipples touch his chest you totter on the edge of an orgasm.In one fluid motion he reaches an arm beneath your buttocks and another behind your back, and lowers you to the floor. His hands begin to search every inch of your exposed body, touching, caressing, fondling. Their rough texture on your soft skin belies their gentleness. slowly his right hand finds your clitoris and begins a gentle stroking which sends waves of sensation. " I'll mention it to Weena — my wife — and see what she thinks." You're married to Weena Scott?" That's what she was." I hated her when we were in school! I was a year behind her and she could do everything best! I went for years thinking I'd never catch up!" What's your name? I'll ask her." First tell me what she did." What she did?" After Perth College." Oh. She went to nursing school in Adelaide, came back and worked at Royal Perth, moved back to Laverton and did some nursing among the local. “You like sniffing my cunt?” I ask you.“I love sniffing your cunt. I love the smell of you. You smell so good. It makes me so fucking hard,” you answer between sticking your tongue down my throat and sucking on my tits through my dress…”I reach down between your legs to the large bulge straining against the material of your pants. I stroke it, slowly running my fingers over it, feel it grow bigger as I do, your hard cock pushing to be let out. I unzip you slip my hand inside pulling your.