Professional whore?” “No.” she said. His member was waking up now. “Well, you act like one…but you don´t look like one today” She slowly ...ropped to her knees. She was wearing a pair of old, black jogging-pains and an even older sweater. She had her blonde hair in a loose pony-tail and she wore very little make up. The homeless man opened his jeans. A very loud “Why again” were ringing inside her head, as she pulled his foreskin back. Then she began to suck him. Felt how his cock grew in her. Phil took out his cock and stared down at my wife stroking all the while. He put a hand up her dress and started to rub her nylon legs. I moved on to the bed and rolled her over on to her front. I reached for the zip on the back of her dress and undid it down to her waist. Pulling her back over on to her back I eased the top of her dress down exposing her big black bra and tits. I placed her arms above her head, she didn’t even flinch she was out cold. Phil and I knelt on the bed either side of. Then I feel her hands on my hips pulling my ass and I feel that cock driving into my insides again. Fuck, it's good. It's such a rush to get fucked in the ass with a big dick, to get pumped properly, especially by a beautiful woman. I'm on my hands and knees getting fucked. This is about as submissive a position as you can get, but I don't give a shit about nothing right now. All I know is it feels good, and I'm going to fucking enjoy it. She's pumping in and out of me like a hot piston,. ‘Whenever you want, lover boy’ I teased, licking my lips and dropping my tone. In my 24 years, I’ve never felt like such a horny teenager- well I have but I never wanted a guy the way I wanted him. It was an hour bus ride to his place- life of a student, I know. I got there at about 4:45pm because he ends at 5pm and I hate to wait. He let me sit in his office, while he worked away at his desk. I sat there noticing he had longer eyelashes than I, his bottom lip was red and fuller than his top.