He groaned with pleasure as I spit the fat nut out in a stream of oral excretion, shoving the other huge ball against my lips, not making me eat it li...e the other one, but making sure I had made out with it until it was dripping before pulling back to level his cock tip at my mouth. Paul squeezed the middle of his shaft and drew the skin of it forward, letting his uncut foreskin conceal his head and even protrude a little forward. I didn’t need to be told what to do this time, and gingerly. There was no possibility that she didn't notice this time. Brent was now so erect that she had to have felt how strong his cock was, and that it was obviously making a serious tent of his housecoat. As Brent instinctively pulled back in embarrassment, Lea paused, only for a moment then went back to working on the screw. "Oh God," he thought. “I'm busted." Brent mustered enough composure to try to dissolve the situation as best he could, "Um, I think that screw will hold it now," he said as he. She went back to stroking and curled her toes so hard into my cock, the little knuckles turned white despite the tan. I threw my shirt back over just in time, gripped the table with both hands, and held on for dear life. Now I dont know if this happens to anyone else, but I couldnt stop cumming. Sitting there, as rigged as a statue, holding my breath for fear of crying out, I came, shooting stream after stream into the front of my shirt. My eyes locked on Rachels, the intensity of our stares. I'll be completely honest, here: That was definitely a factor in my choice of residence. A single parent has to take the duties of raising a kid - especially a bright, attractive and precocious one like mine - seriously, which meant I didn't get much of a chance for serious socializing, if you catch my drift. And it was inevitable that some of my neighbors of the distaff persuasion might, from time to time, get a little bit needful and decide to seek a little company with the quiet guy who was.