Carlos, the father, was a hulking man. He looked like an over-muscled fire hydrant. His wife, Elena, was a thin, waspish Latina who was almost as tall...as her husband. Tomas was a couple of inches taller than his dad and seemed to be the body compromise between his two parents. He was a bit more substantial than you’d expect of a pro-style quarterback, but his frame was probably pretty good for a dual-threat quarterback.Jordan took us through the food line and found us a table.“How do you like. She then gave me her tongue and we sucked each other’s tongues and lips. I then entered my hands in her shalwar from backside. I was aroused more to feel the size and softness of her butts.I pressed then hard and parted them as much as I could. She was loving it and moaning loudly by now. We then undressed each other and lied on the bed. Her breasts were of slightly larger than normal and were creamy white in colour with light brown nipples, which were fully erected by then. I simply lied with. ." Sir.. I mean Master, we're m.. making a scene.. m.. my breast?" I sayurgently, knowing eyes must be on use"Don't order me about slut!" He says pulling back, and I flinch thinkingfor a moment he's going to strike me, "But yes.. put your titty awayKitty...I'll see it again soon enough." Yes Master." I say recovering, and sorting out my dress... glad thatit's time to eat, and that for the duration of the meal he keeps hishands to himself.But afterwards it's dancing, and he has free reign to. He gave me his number and we parted. By the time I got home, I realized that I really couldn't be that desperate and threw his number in the garbage. Later that evening, after my roommates had went to sleep, I was about to do my usually venture into the livingroom to watch porn and jerk off, when I realized that it would be too hot to pass up going to this old guy's house. After all, he was probably already jerking off at the thought of me sucking his old wrinking cock, fucking his asshole, and.