”“So did Tim Duncan, Kim’s husband,” Cindy said. “Kim said he was like a tiger in a cage, getting fed regularly, being safe and protected, b...t pacing the perimeter, dreaming of the jungles and the live prey.”“Not fair, Cindy,” Deena giggled. “I know your poetry skills.”“Prose,” Haley laughed.“That too,” Deena countered.“Just saying,” Cindy said. She checked the altimeter. “Bill, if you find you’re starting to need a little pressure on the yoke to maintain altitude, remember – you’re burning off. As evening approached the house watched the couple get ready for a dinner out. They had seen a nice seafood place in the little town and decided to check it out. Megan wore what had now become her trademark, a plaid knee-length skirt, a tight sweater that made everyone know she was stacked, and some knee-high boots with 3” heels to lift her small frame.“I see someone already has a bulge in his trousers” she chuckled.“Well, when I see you in a skirt with stockings on, I generally know you have. I grabbed Trent by his shirt collar, made him stand up while I unbuttoned his pants. He takes off his shirt while I pulled his pants down. He was standing there in his boxers hard as a rock. I start rubbing his throbbing cock threw his shorts. He reaches down and pulls his cock out for me to see. I take him in my mouth as he gasps for breath. He grabs me by my hair and face fucks me. I hear Erica moaning and the sound of Steve’s cock going in and out of her pussy, matching the rhythm of Trent’s. I heard him ask if I were still here when Janie clicked the light switch off. ”He is probably still asleep,” she answered, ”We were at it till very late last night.”I laughed under my breath at the innuendo. She was right though, we were at it till deep into the night. It was my first time having sex. And she was beautiful. I really couldn't believe my luck. Janie pulled the door shut softly. She walked back to the utility room where I waited. My cock hung from the fly of my boxers, limp, and.