Tyree placed his big black hands on my shoulder and told me to lye down.When I was lying down on the floor he took my legs and raised them so it looke... like I was sitting on a chair.He held my legs up with one arm.Tyree then told me to hold my hands behind my head, I did.God, I was getting wet from him touching me with his big hands.He now told me to raise my upper body towards my legs and then back again.He held his free hand on my back and helped me on the way up.Tyree had now a clear view of. With that we both stripped off and I laid on the table. The room, the incense and music we similar, but his cock definitely wasn't! The routine was very similar but once I started to stroke his cock it grew and grew and was soon a full 7" long. As he worked around my body he asked if I had ever used poppers, I said no but was willing to try anything. He got bottle and told me how to sniff it, oh my goodness, what a rush, within seconds I had his cock in my mouth working my head up and down it. "What's the matter?" Bud demanded with mock belligerence. "Don't you know that word - 'soy-ree'? What did you say? 'Swar-ray'? Really?" He put on a marvelous look of confusion, followed by a dramatic shoulder shrug, accompanied by more signs of discomfort with his clothes."You know," he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, "the Dutch never did understand the French, so forget that hoity-toity word." He had to wait quite a while for the laughter to subside."Actually, I'm not so sure Will is my. ‘That’s it! That’s it!’ she cried out. I pulled out and laid my cock across her clit. I thought she would break down and cry as my cock left her hot wet hole. ‘ Put it back in, please! Baby, Please’ I slipped my shaft back in and gave her about two inches this time. ‘All the way, baby. ‘All the way,’ she kept pleading. I pulled out again. I looked into Barbara’s eyes. She was on the verge of tears. She was reaching for my cock, trying to shove me back in her dripping wet cunt. Again, I gave.