I set my phone and my keys down on the top of the couch and my clothes begin to come off as soon as I enter the door. As they say, We Grown. No need t... beat around the bush. We know why we are here.We never make it upstairs to the bedroom. He lays me on a cushioned bench, which he’s covered with a towel, right there in the living room. As I get situated he strokes his dick a couple times, watching me. Grinning and stroking as if he can’t wait to touch me. He gets down on his knees after. Undoing the front snap of her bra, Marcus drew one of her gumdrop nipples into his mouth, nursing on the flesh. His tongue flicked the tip of her bud as he sucked harder and harder. His hands trailed down to her linen covered slit. His fingers rubbed the sensitive area, causing Makena to gasp and pant. She whispered his name softly, sucking on his neck and earlobes. Just as his hands touched the button on the front of them, Makena’s phone rang loudly from her purse in the living room. She. We were at his house partying one night. His mother was a little progressive, I guess. She would rather we got messed up there where it was safe than get busted. She even had a friend of hers over partying with us. He was in his mid 30's, about twice my age. At the end of the evening we were thoroughly toasted. We pulled out the sofa in the living room to crash, 2 or 3 in the morning.I was just laying there in the dark with my head spinning trying to get to sleep. I felt some movement on the. “Not yet. Not until you’re inside of me, if Ican hold off that long” I told him. “Well, you betterhurry because I want you so badly” Patrick pleaded.Each time my fingers spread the soap across his breasts,I rubbed and pinched his nipples. They were hard and hemoaned each time I did. I pulled Patrick closer and heleaned against me. He was now using me to help supporthim on his “rubber” legs. My right hand started to rubcircles on his stomach, increasing.