I couldn’t suppress the gasp. His cock was as long and thick as my forearm, growing more rigid by the second, and pulsing with life. A froth of milk... lust dribbled from its apex, and ran down its impossible length. Sweet fuck, look at THAT! Remember when we spied on Sir Jamian at the bathhouse, and thought he was the pinnacle of masculinity? He an appetizer. This… THIS is the main course, and I’m drooling from two sets of lips. Oh, give-it-to-me, give-it-to-me, give-it-to-Are you fucking. I marched over there, fantasizing about crushing “Original Cindy” under my booted heel. The place was small and cozy with only two other patrons, a lone woman reading a romance novel and a man sipping a craft beer and picking at a salad. I ordered water and a roast beef sandwich and sat across from the young man. His eyes glanced upwards and stopped as he looked me over.He was cute; not exactly handsome, but cute in a hipster sort of way. He was wearing khaki pants, tennis shoes without socks,. I told Barbara that she and I should “do” Susan. We had her lay in the middle of the bed and we each took turns kissing her deeply while using a hand on one of her breasts, while Barbara was kissing her I moved down and started to suck and lick on one of Susan’s nipples and not too long after I saw Barbara take the other one in her mouth. Meanwhile our hands moved down Susan and brushed her pussy lips, first my hand, then Barbara’s, and back and forth we went, I used my hand to spread her legs. "No, we didn't! He was a perfect gentleman. He was going to call a cab, but I offered him my spare room and he accepted. So you can get your mind out of the gutter! Now, you have a slightly more interesting tale to tell, I suspect?"Stan couldn't help but smile, but he answered, "A gentleman never tells tales about a lady," in a fake posh voice with his nose held loftily up in the air. Elizabeth laughed again, put one finger beside her nose and told, him "Don't worry, I'll not pry into your.