Teasing. Tugging at my clothing. A hand from the crowd takes mine and a cock finds its way into my palm. I grasp it firmly. I had only felt my own...before. Somehow the sensation felt by my cock so over shadowed the sensation felt by my hand, that it was as if I were feeling something completely new. Its softness of skin against the firm texture of vein and the smoothness of its sculpted tip caused my blind hand to run itself over it, exploring, even massaging that thing I never even. My bedroom was a guest room in a separate wing of the house, away from the main living areas and away from the master bedroom.On my first night my host took me out on the town and after dinner we did some nightclubbing, to see the girls. I was hoping to find a bar girl that would fuck me, as I was feeling lonely after my divorce. But my host told me that the girls were not clean and discouraged me from going off with any of them. When we returned home, it was late. As we were parting for the. Slurp slurp bobbing my head back and forth taking it in a little deeper with each stoke. His groin finally pressing to my lips as i work his shaft with my lips. It only took a few minutes before he unloaded his thick gush of cum down my throat. I clamped my lips tight around him milking it and making sure none of his sweet cum spilled out. His cock pulsating as he squirted over and over. Looking up with a smile as he zipped up "thank you Michelle" he said "My pleasure honey" I went back to. The men patted the horse and kept it calm as Mila picked its huge cock up in both her small hands. She rubbed the long shaft up and down, feeling the hard weight of the giant muscle. "Lick it, Mila. Suck it," said Scott lustfully, his cock jerking in his hand. His eyes were on her gaping pussyhole that was leaking cum. Mila obeyed, putting her voluptuous lips against the smooth meat and kissing and licking a trail up and down it. The men patted the horse with one hand and jacked their.