She the final tremor left her she sagged against me, and I slowly helped her sit down in a chair. I quickly undid her pants and slid both t...em and her underwear off. She was limp from her orgasm, and didn’t protest when I spread her thighs. Then she gasped and her hands were in my hair as I buried my lips in her wet pussy, lapping at her sweetness. Her hips bucked into my mouth as my tongue buried itself deep within her. It wasn’t long before she was wailing as another orgasm slammed. Maybe it's because I'm constantly aroused these days. Or maybe it's the strange, intimate talk we just had. Or maybe it's the sounds I heard coming from my parents' room earlier. Whatever the cause, the feel of his hand over my arm, my hip, my neck makes me want to moan and beg him to keep going, to push aside the flimsy bathrobe, to pull up the hem of my T-shirt and caress my bare flesh.He probably thinks I'm asleep. He turned the TV down a little, and soon, too soon, he stops touching me. He. “Here you go, Mr. Davenport,” she cooed, handing him a small orange pill. “Chew this and by the time you lie down on the lounge sofa, your tongue will be ready!” He didn’t see the need to remove any clothing and he chewed the little pill which dissolved quickly. As soon as his back hit the sofa cushions he felt his tongue began to swell and it grew stiff almost immediately. The receptionist pulled up her dress and straddled his chest. She was naked underneath and quickly pressed her smooth. ”“What, really?” His expression had gone back to the guilty one.“But because I’m gay, I don’t really mind. I like it when cocks like me, and yours does a lot.”James laughed. Me being gay wasn’t news to him because that was the first thing I told him over breakfast. “Can’t help it, my cock is gay but I’m not. We have an interesting relationship.”“Well, I’m guessing it likes both your hands because both of them are male,” I chuckled.“I never thought of it that way,” James wondered, “But that only.