Face to face with me. I felt his cock rubbing against mine. Felt his arm between us as he continued.... his fingers pumping in and out of my ass.I hel... him to me. Lifted my face. Lifted my lips. Kiss me.He leaned down. His lips found mine. Kissed me hard as he fingerfucked my willing ass.I broke the kiss. Held him tight. My lips next to his ear....I want you in me.I want you to fuck me.I want your cock.He looked me in the eye...You're sure?Yes. You're gentle. I trust you. I want you to take my. .. Then, she disappeared inside and Carol waited with her door still cracked open... waited for perhaps three to five minutes before the enticing young girl left, walking flippantly toward the building's front entrance. She closed her door and dashed to the front window to see the teenager climb into an expensive sports car driven by a long-haired boy. She watched them speed off, at the same time mentally recording the license number and wheeling away to find pencil and paper... Mark had never. Rachel got down on her knees and slowly slid my boxers down and off. Her hands were a little cold as she gripped the shaft of my cock and slowly stroked it up and down before moving it into her mouth. She let out moans as she slowly sucked and licked at my cock, pulsating the speed from really fast to really slow. The slurping sounds were out of this world however it soon ended and she moved back onto her bed with her legs wide open for me. I got down on my knees, I knew that she wanted me to. "Let the Jamaican rum flow!" Dionn said with a laugh as they began to walk down the drive to seek out a place to begin their evening.The foursome found a steakhouse obviously fashioned after an American restaurant, with a bar and nightclub with a distinctive Jamaican flair. It was Rum Runners. They were told that if they were seated after 8 pm for dinner they would be there for the stage and floorshow that began at 9. They all agreed to stay at the one club for the night.Over dinner they all.