She continued to laugh as she flipped on the foray light. He wasn’t amused. He entered, swung the door closed. His damned precious fedora was soaked... His eyes glared at her as she continued to laugh. He reached and removed the rain weighed fedora. One of his favorites, gray with red silk band. She tried to ease her laughter as she stepped up to him. She apologized, ‘I’m sorry you had to park so far away.’ she offered to take the fedora, ‘I can throw it in the drier.’ His eyes looked at her. After about five or six minutes he slowed and told me to get up. He sat back on the couch and told me to straddle him, I went to go sit on his cock and he told me to face away and sit on his cock. I sat backward into his lap positioning my feet into a squat position as I looked forward, I now saw all my friends mesmerized by our spectacle. I was now hungry for his dick and that was all I cared about. I hovered over his cock, I reach down finally fully feeling the girth of his thick cock, my. Or I would smother his face with them or hold them just above his lips and make him reach out his tongue to taste them. Sometimes I would wrap them around his dick and stroke him off and blow him and all sorts of stuff, I'm sure you get the picture. One night while we had gone out and I was not wearing any panties. We got home and started fooling around and discovered that my pussy was bare and asked if I had taken them off already and I told him that I hadn't had on any all night. Things. He whispered in my ear, his tone almost conspiratorial, "This doesn't mean we're gay, Rob, does it?"I smiled more broadly, panting with my own pleasure at the feel of his persistent hardness thrusting more rapidly back and forth inside me."Of course it doesn't mean that, Pete! We're just... well... opportunists!"He may not have understood the word but he nevertheless grunted his agreement and then, holding me firm underneath him, gyrated his crotch against my buttocks, making circular movements.