I bent over and kissed him briefly as he sat there, before kneeling down between his legs. I reached up and unbuttoned his jeans which were incredibl... tight against his waist. I asked him to stand up and as he did I shuffled his jeans and underwear down his legs until they rested around his ankles. His semi-hard cock hung there. I took only the head of it in my mouth, allowing my lips and tongue to tease it as if it were a French kiss. His dick grew steadily hard to a hair under six. The result is a smooth, sculptured bronze god, whose every movement and every touch turns me on intensely.I can’t muse on viewing pleasure at the moment, I have a bar to lift. It’s not a hard weight, more like a minimal working set. There will be more and harder sets to follow. I wrap my fingers around the bar just outside of the beginning of the knurl. My eye is still drawn straight up to Carl’s overhanging penis, but with concentration, I grip properly and lift the bar up over the hooks. . Little did she know that her husband was soon to be fucked by Jack, the "nice old man" that lived next door. I was so excited the next morning, that I skipped my run altogether and knocked on the shed door right on time. As I walked in, I noticed that my new dildo was stuck to the front window, swaying menacingly. "Morning bitch," Jack began. "I don't want to have to remind you each morning to strip, so please undress each time you enter our little sanctuary." Jack was sitting in his recliner,. ”“Brat.”“Yes, I am.” She looked up to me. “She does have nice tits though.”“They’re pleasant enough,” I said, refusing to take the bait like the wily old veteran I hoped to someday become.“More than, Mr. Gamera.” She sighed. “Damn, that’s a long aisle.”“All the better to show off.”“God, she’s hot in that dress.”“Steady, girl.”“But I want her so bad.”“You’ll get her.” I reached for her hand and squeezed it. “But not until the proper time.”I scanned the near empty church; my parents sat on the.