She leaned forward, bracing her left hand on his powerful pectoral muscle as her right went behind her, gently exploring his balls and the thick, vein... part of his cum-slick shaft that was still exposed. “I’m up for that if you are – and it feels like you are!” Only her hips were moving now, gliding up and down as she rode him, fucking herself on his cock, her torso still as she continued to take him in again and again, keeping him hard and obviously enjoying herself. Her fingers were still. No doubt it would take a little while so I sat back and enjoyed the oral sex.As I mentioned, Martin was quite good at what he was doing, rivaling a lot of girls I knew as well and that's saying something. Maybe it was that he was older and more experienced. It seemed an extension to my observation that the older a guy got, the better his oral skills became. My personal theory is that is has to do with more than just experience. Older men are so much more mature and emotional stable and seem to. Somebody might bring a turkey, but probably more stuff you’d never recognize. I think we’ll be more likely to have tamales than turkey. Can you believe it?”Tamales. Sure, why not, though Mel was more used to thinking of tamales as a Christmas treat than the main course for Thanksgiving. The previous year he and Nick had dined at Bill’s house, but his wife was a bit controlling and they had both left before the pies had been pulled from the oven. Without Tracy he considered going solo, but then. "You look so good, George, really good," I told him. And he did, thin but well-muscled, a handsome, well-groomed kid who was about to get the thrill of his young life. "I just love your muscles, especially that long, stiff one." I smiled and licked my lips.He nodded and ducked into his room and closed the door.I laughed and followed, then leaned back against the closed door and stripped off my clinging polo shirt and dropped it on the floor. He stood there frozen so I stepped right up to him.