Well maybe they were watching it but they were fucking at the same time. The guy getting fucked was bent over the back of the couch and his partner be...ind him, sliding in and out with a steady rhythm. I stopped and watched. Other than my one time with Kyle and a few videos I had watched since then, I had never seen two guys fuck. The bottom was holding onto the couch and turned to look at the guy fucking him. He leaned in and they kissed while he still pumped his dick in and out of the guys. His handtrembled. He gulped again. He placed the money in the register's tilland handed me my change, his hand, like his heart, I have no doubt,still all atremble. I flashed him another innocent smile, and, thistime, it was he who blushed.Bagging my purchase, he muttered, "Thank you."My smile broadened. "Thank you," I returned.He blushed fire-engine red, averting his eyes.I lingered at the counter. "By the way," I ventured, "if these don'tfit, I can return them for a refund, right?"I thought. Her shallow moans became louder, the pitch increasing, as my fingers dug into the naked flesh of her ass cheeks and she exerted more pressure against my erection. I felt her inhale as I slipped my hands under her skirt and slowly began drawing her panties down her legs. I felt her raise slightly, allowing me time to pull them to her knees. My hands found the button and zipper on her skirt and again she rose slightly, allowing me to pull the skirt to her knees.I was fumbling with my belt, under. She couldn't wait to get her first 'massage' from him today. Her cunt quivered in anticipation of his experienced tongue, his long fingers and thick cock in her once again. He had popped her cherry with his finger, made her climax four times—and without his thick cock in her. Shit! She could hardly wait. Jamie finished up and asked her Nanny if she might leave early for practice at the soccer field. The game itself would keep her out till 9pm. She told her Nanny not to wait up. She'd use her.