His boner was so rigid and soft at the same time. It pulsed in my mouth as I sucked. I loved the feel and taste. I opened wide and pushed his balls in...o my mouth along with his cock. My nose pushed against his smooth, hairless pubis as he held my head and humped my face. I tried to pull off after a short time, as he had done to me, but he just grabbed my head in both hands and thrust in deep, “Keep sucking. Don’t quit, you little cocksucker!” he demanded. The bell rang. “Oh shit!” Bobby. I saw a car in the driveway and wondered who it was." Yeah, I just got in tonight. Good to be home again."Ros turned to the man who was standing in the background watching the proceedings."Rick, this is John Johnson, a friend of mine. John, this is Rick Miller, Sally's friend." I understand you're an author," I said, extending my hand to him."That's right," he confirmed with a limp handshake. "I write mystery novels. Spy stuff, actually. Been very lucky and had some success." I've heard the. " She couldn't hide her disappointment."No, no. Just old age. If I don't write it down, it's forgotten." He packed his briefcase and smiled at her. "Let's go get a beer. Where do you want to go?" Something nearly forgotten stirred within him, something vaguely arousing."Not my bailiwick. I live across the river, Fairfax. So you lead and I'll follow." She smiled and melted his will, his doubts, his inhibitions. Funny, she had known him for almost two years, and never really looked at him, he. It felt erotic. She then stood up as it would be difficult for me to soap her while she is sitting – and turned around – i was presented her back which i rubbed with soap and then cupped her buttocks – they felt plump and nice in my hands and i squeezed them too, as much as i could. Then moved on down her legs and covered them also in soap. Finally like me only her pussy was left without soap – with trembling hands i took the soap and put it on her pubic hair and lathered it up – it was like.