Closing her door, Sara confided to Steve that she had an interview that evening. Hesitating for a moment, she made a decision."Last week, Steve, I got...a call on Sunday. I'd answered an ad for a club manager, and this guy called me and we talked for half an hour about the job, but you'd never believe what we talked about. I mean, we talked about fucking and how often I do it, and all sorts of stuff like that.'"What was he, a weirdo?' Steve asked."No, ' Sara said, "that's what's weird. He was a. He was a couple of inches shorter than Michael at six feet even, making him a couple of inches taller than Nicole. Randy was skinnier than both Michael and Nicole, but yoga clearly gave him lean, flexible muscle.Nicole slipped into a pair of her black leggings, not bothering to put on panties as she figured they’d just get in the way if they decided to fool around with Randy. She put on a bright pink sports bra as well and just a light jacket for the drive over to Randy’s.Michael went with a. " When my panic flagged, my cock didn't. Nor did Elaine's desires. "Can we continue without going all the way?" she begged. I nodded. She sat up on me pressing my cock flat against my stomach as she resumed rubbing her slit up and down it. My hands gripped her butt cheeks and she caught her lower lip between her teeth as she rose to her climax. Watching her flush, her eyes squint then close, her lips part, and her breath come in ragged gasps that caused her breasts to vibrate, pushed me over. Such a long cock, how much of this could I take in? I've got a big mouth, had no trouble taking Tom's fat dick in, but this baby was over eight inches long. Well, only one way to find out. I opened wide and started sliding down on him. He groand, "Uhhh, nice. I've wanted you since we stripped." He put his hands on my head and gently guided me onto his cock. When I had about half of him in my mouth, I thought I was done, but Tom coached me: "Tilt your head down a little and try that." I.