Six feet three inches tall, lean and muscular. He had dark brown skin and curly black hair. His eyes were honey-colored. He was a running back on the ...ootball team. A great guy and a good student, too. We sometimes hung out together. I must say that I enjoyed the young man’s company. How could I not? He was intelligent, charming and kind. A greater conversationalist couldn’t be found anywhere. He was all that and then some. If the perfect man exists, then most likely he looks like Stuart. No. ..cocksucker!" he stammers. "That's right, honey, and if Bruce let's you suck his cock, what must you do?" I taunt. Michael's cock is still rock hard and throbbing in his panties. "I must...swallow, I will swallow his cum load." He answers. "Oh, Michael, that's is so sexy and sweet! Bruce, would you allow us the privilege of making my husband a cocksucker?" I request. "I would love to!" Bruce responds. Then as I step back and begin removing my strap on, Bruce begins undressing in front of my. "Hey, look at camera eight! Is there some reason it is zoomed in on what looks like someone's bathroom window?" she asked, grinning at him."I was playing with the balcony cameras, and I supposed I stopped it there when I was flipping through the views." He said, trying to play it off."Sure you did. You always did have a thing for peeping. I still remember finding you on the fire escape when we were in eighth grade. I never did buy that whole "I forgot my keys" story. I'm sure that it was a. .." she looked at me. "It's so hard to pee with a Viagra hard-on!"A minute later I watched as starting with the tip of her cock, her black panties darkened as she peed. She was rocking, and sighing as she emptied her bladder. Her panties were steaming when she looked at me."Much better... do you need to go? I wish I could help you. I keep thinking of that day you held my cock when I peed in the woods, for weeks I would get all dressed up and jack off to that memory. I want to be in a bathroom.