He saw them go into her flat. He saw the door close behind them.It did not bother him; this was her visitor from home. It was only after he had driven...for some minutes that he began to feel something was amiss. It was not the greeting. Then he remembered. He had assumed it was a woman who was coming, but she had not corrected him. Why?There was a sinking feeling. Why would she want to conceal the sex of her visitor? He felt let down by her. He had thought she was committed to him and him alone,. I began to lick the underside of Kevin's cock from his balls to the head. He appeared to be pretty well-groomed and trimmed. I hate hair in my way down there on either men or women.Soon it was time; I opened my mouth and engulfed the head of his cock. I wrapped my lips around it. I swirled my tongue around it also a couple of times as Kevin gasped, "Oh fuck!" Then I started bobbing my mouth up and down his big hard shaft holding the base in one hand and playing with his balls with my other. She shuddered, going home to Iowa would be like living in her own grave. Her home town was nice, even picturesque, assuming you didn't live there, but for the locals it was a trap, something that held you tight, stifled you, until you died. How many ofher seniors had she seen it happen to? Pretty girls in promdresses one year, pregnant wives the next. Then a lifetime ofshuffling around in threadbare dresses dragging screaming kidsaround; perpetually pregnant and in the kitchen, their. Her body convulsed and the ropes nearly snapped her hands off. Greg was impressed to say the least and he took his soaked shirt off.Cara watched him take off his shirt. She hadn't realized how sexy he was. His muscles were toned and he had a small six pack of abs on his stomach. She became aroused from just this. She wanted him to take his clothes off, she wanted to lick him from head to toe. She tried to speak but the tape muffled everything. He looked at her and peeled the tape off. "What?".