I would kid around with them a lot, and one day they invited to their rented house that was next to the campus. Once inside, we talked about the clas... we were in and also life in general. After a little bit, they asked me if I wanted to do something kinky with them. Being a red blooded American male, I said sure, and they had me take off my clothes. They left the room to change into something more comfortable.They really surprised me when they came out. Both of them were wearing leather. Her breasts rocking backwards and forwards and a loud smacking with each stab inside her. “don’t stop…” she begged.. “don’t stop… i’m comin…..”. he pulled out and left her mid-sentence.. “I’ll do what I want, we’re not quite finished”.He grinned to her as he put her legs down and turned her over. With her body lying against the warm steel he leaned over and lay down on top of her taking her arms by the wrists and holding them spread out open to each corner of the bonnet above her head. His cock. On a fairly quiet evening a lone rider enters the small high street dressed in a long leather overcoat to counter the cool breeze carrying large tumble weeds in front of the large sorrel horse. Despite the gray Stetson hat pulled low the figure sports long golden tresses with hair blowing in the breeze. The rider halts in front of the towns only saloon, gets out of the saddle in a graceful moment displaying leather chaps over spurs mounted on small boots, and ties the reins to the hitching post. We’ll see.”The waiter brought our meals, and Sofia proceeded to critique each dish, declaring that none of them were authentic.“Picky, picky!” I grinned. “But I guess Grandma Katsaros taught you well.”“She’d be in the kitchen beating the chef over his head with a rolling pin right about now!” Sofia said with a soft laugh. “It’s not that the food is bad, it’s just little things that don’t match the way it’s done in Greece.”“Joyce would say the same thing about an Italian restaurant, I’m sure,” I.