Oh what a pleasure. He continued kissing and going downwards and he reached the dick. He kept on moving his lips around dick but was not putting in mo...th. He was teasing me. I was so horny by then that I was begging him to suck, but he kept on teasing me more.Then after few moments he opened his mouth to suck and I pulled his with full force and my dick slipped all the way through his throat. He gagged but now it was my turn. I was fucking his throat and he was gagging. After few moments I left. .. she wanted me to pee in her bunghole?I completely lost it, of course, spilling a load more than worthy of the name up her sweet, slick British ass. Sure enough, I felt the urge to pee. I thought, what the hell, she asked me for it, so I let loose a stream of my piss into her butt, much to her delight. Chelsea creamed herself as she felt my burning hot whizz flood her bowels, claiming her bottom as my private property at last. As I pulled out, Chelsea knelt and took my cock in her mouth,. I think I could smell the burning rubber from the spinning mental tires!“Where do I pick you up and when?” That escalated fast!Lynn gave me her address and we agreed that I would be there at 7:30. That evening, I grabbed a quick shower and noticed that my cock was a little more interested than earlier in the day. I washed everything and everywhere. I mean everywhere. I even stuck a soapy finger up my ass to be sure that no odors or chocolate chips would pop out if it got that far.I put on. When I think of a small estate in the US, I expect a house on a few manicured acres, a four or five-car garage, six to eight bedrooms, eight to ten bathrooms, and a pool. Not quite a mansion. Those have guest houses, high fences, and gates.I was expecting the same as I drove onto the un-gated road that led up the house. The trees on the sides of the road made it difficult to see the house. I stopped when I could see it all and then made sure I drove to the right place. I got back a live.