I quickly finished hardening to full size as she slipped her lips over the head and pumped on the shaft with her right hand. She was stretched out on...the seat (God, I love those old spacious cars) and I tried slipping my hand down the back of her pants. They were too tight, though, and she made no effort to aid my access. Pulling my hand out, I moved it up under her shirt, along her back, and tried to reach down to her tit. She released my shaft and pulled her arm down to block that. He had me arching against him as he let his fingers splay outward from my breasts or from my belly.Then, letting his tongue dance along the path his fingers had just travelled, he soon centered his artful tongue on my protruding nub. His one aim; to make it rise against his lips.He continually stabbed at it or pulled on it; making it rise from its hooded hiding place.He pressed himself against my rear, just slightly separating the cheeks so his hard arousal could rest between them. I knew he. ”“Then why aren’t to talking.”“I’m trying to dry myself and get ready.”“Oh okay. What do you think about opening a bottle of wine? I think it will help everyone relax.”“Sounds great. Would you put a bottle on ice?”“I’ll go do it now. By the way, it’s seven thirty so hurry up.”“I’ll be down in ten,” I say as the bedroom door slams shut.As the bath towel falls from my face, I glance at myself in the mirror. Noticing the jungle around my man parts, I realize I haven’t cut the grass in some time.. I wanted to suck him off so I kissed his chest and stomach as I worked my way down and (finally!) took his cock in my mouth. He moaned loads as I pulled his foreskin back and licked the head and then wanked him off as I sucked on him. I stopped using my hands for a bit and just used my mouth on him, taking most of his cock in my mouth and licking his shaft, not long after he pulled me off him (think I could taste pre-cum) and asked to lick me. he parted my legs and kissed my thighs while.