” I couldn't believe anyone talked like Spicolli anymore.While I snapped pictures with six cell phones, Ella said, "Hey Brooke, I'm having a grad ba...h 2morrow. Y don't U & UR husband, Randy, join us? It's our last chance 2 B 2gether. Gary, Brad, Doug & Cindy will B there."So let me tell you about Ella. She had become my wife’s best friend despite the fact she wasn't even twenty-three. Her most outstanding feature was the thirty-eight C cups she got for her eighteenth birthday. They were a gift. She was a real sex bomb. She was around 6 feet tall with big boobs and hot curvy figure.We started talking to each other and it was all general discussion about studies and hobbies. I had lust for her but remember guys, girls do not like boys who are looking only for sex. I asked her number she said that I can chat with her on Facebook. After meeting her, I masturbated thinking about her. I opened my Facebook account, searched for her and sent a friend request which she accepted. I started. The scent of her dirty panties filled the car along with the sound of me jerking him off. He started to buck his hips as he neared orgasm. All of the sudden he straddled me with his big cock fully erect over my lap. The panties i was stroking him with had fallen off 'Keep stroking faggot. Finish me off.' He growled. I wrapped my hand around his bare cock and continued stroking him. The tip of his manhood was inches away from my little dicklet straining in the purple thongs. I could feel his hot. Tony is just as tall as I am short. Judging by the way his head just clears doorways; he's about six foot six. Maybe that's why he keeps his head shaved. He'd have to keep stooping to keep his hair from brushing against the doorframe! He's no beanpole, ether. Tony is muscled like some kind of Greek God. A God carved from rich beautiful mahogany.Now let me get back to that broken lock. Tony had sent his crew home for the evening and was taking a few last measurements of the master bedroom's.