I want you to suck it again.” “What?” He took a deep breath, and the next words came out in a hoarse whisper: “I want you to suck my cock aga...n.” It wasn’t exactly a request. He had undone the button of his jeans, and was unzipping them as he finished asking. A little downward pull, and his dick sprang free of his briefs. Ron is from a gypsy background, olive skinned and with dark hair—and plenty of body hair. I’d never realized a man could grow hair on his cock shaft, but there it was. I. ” ‘Did her carpets?’ Fred thought back. When we bought this house it already had the carpets installed so it must have been that guy that…Shit! He was a Mexican!’ Phil remembered meeting the guy who had cleaned all their downstairs carpets when he had arrived home from work. That had been about three years ago. The Mexican had come to the door, Sherry had looked out and seen a ‘Carpet Cleaning’ sign on his truck, and since their carpets needed cleaning, Sherry had hired him, despite Phil’s. He said he would talk with him later today and see what his thoughts on the matter were.Just as Ron was getting up to leave, Doc Downs came in and gave me a good looking over, "he's a tough little bugger Ron, a bang on the head like that would put a normal bloke in the grave, can't have much in there to damage" he laughed. "If things don't deteriorate before this afternoon he can go home but he will need to take it easy for at least the next week." Thanks doc I can't wait to get home and try to. And so far that had worked, although I had a few I had to fight off my ass. One night, I was giving this GORGEOUS nigga a hot blowjob, and he began feeling up my ass. So I pulled my head back, strings of cum and saliva hanging from my mouth and whispered huskily: "You wanna fuck me, sweet mister?"I was feeling extra sexy that night. I had worn my black 6 inch pumps, and I had cute little pink ribbons tied in bows around both of my ankles. I had teased my poofy blonde hair up high, and had.