Zamora waved at him! She had forgotten that she was completely naked and stood up! Rob moved over closer to the fence, to get a better look at her and...to hide his hard on from her. ‘Hi Rob, you look awfully hot. Would you like a glass of Lemonade?’ ‘Yes Mrs. ‘Z’, I would.’ Rob was trying to keep his cool. Mrs. Zamora poured him a glass of the cold liquid and walked over to the fence and handed it to him. She was so close to Rob he could almost touch her and he could smell her sexuality. Rob. ..but I didn't want to get too excited just yet. I was hoping to devote more than a few moments masturbating, but if I was to last long at all, I'd need to be careful to not get too excited to fast.But seeing those wet and slippery black cocks eagerly fucking those wet and slippery pussies was starting to undermine that earlier resolve!I was usually pretty good at controlling my arousal. I'd become rather proficient at 'edging', and I'd even learned some of the finer points of what some called. This was such a new experience that he hadn’t been sure how his cock would respond.But respond it did! A drop of precum made his dick slick. It grew and strained at the confines of his jeans and he began to wiggle out of them.“Let me help.”With one swift motion, Stan had pulled the obstructing pants off and tossed them in the corner. Greg’s pole was at full mast; red, hot and jerking about as if it had a mind of its own. Well actually, it did!Stan returned his attention to Greg’s nipples, this. You want to kiss her? You want to taste her body? Do you want to feel her tongue on your pussy?" Becky groaned and leaned back against the doorframe. Her body still slick with sweat from our earlier fucking, she resembled nothing in the world so much as a fallen angel, a nymph who had willingly surrendered herself to the darkest lusts. “Is that what you want, baby?” I asked, moving beside her, stroking my fingertips across her stomach, kissing her neck and throat. “You want to feel Lucy's.