His frame was that of a large man, with naturally large chest and hips. His skin was not pale but certainly not tanned. While not obese, he carried ...n extra twenty pounds, which only manifested itself around his waist as small "love handles." He had told her once that he had been slightly overweight all his life. And so, he possessed the muscular legs of a man who had carried just a touch of extra weight. His brown hair was short and parted to the right. She knew he liked to keep it that. Obediently, he put out his tongue and I gasped. Karissa looked up at me with her green eyes bulging. Her right hand was passing over Maxwell's rippling abdomen while her left was stroking his cock, almost instinctively."This is wrong," she said."You're not... ah... you're not stopping," I said between moans. Maxwell was eating me out. His hips were writhing in pleasure at the thought of the two of us, I was sure."I don't know," she said."Let me... show you."I leaned over the bench, ass still. I rose up out of the water and kissed you hard and passionately. When I pulled away from your lips I whispered, “You don’t need any toppings. You taste perfect the way you are,” and began kissing you once again. But this time I slipped a finger into your hot pussy and began sliding it in and out as we kissed. I moved my mouth to your ear and whispered, “Do you like what I’m doing?” “Yes baby, I do,” you said breathlessly. “You like my fingers in your pussy, don’t you?” I whispered next. “Oh yes. I disrobed and knelt on the bed alongside her head so she could take my hardening cock in her mouth. From her crotch he murmured something about how good her pussy tasted and how he had thought about it all the time since our last meeting. Apparently he was hitting all the right spots because she was purring like a kitten. Then I had a thought that I knew she would like. I tapped his shoulder and motioned for him to get up alongside me. We stood hip to hip, cocks jutting out, as she sat on the.