Do you need a hand with your shorts?” Without waiting for my reply, she slipped them off and stood back a little to admire what she saw. “Hmm, you...��re just as I had imagined.” We studied each other intently, etching every detail into our memory banks. “I must feel you. Then I’ll know.” She stood close and ran her hands all over me, not missing anything. I thought I’d die when she lingered on my stiff penis. “It’s beautiful Mark. Like velvet…and so, so hard.” At that point, my hands were all over. As his brother disappeared through the door I told my trainer that I needed the toilet, which I obviously didn’t. This was my chance to finally turn him gay. I walked in direction of the toilets and out of sight of our group. Then I quickly walked around them to the locker rooms. My heart was beating like mad and my trunks, still wet from the shower were rubbing against my shaved balls. As I entered I suddenly saw him. His black curly hair had started to dry and he was just about to take his. She sated Liza's desire for a sensual build, almost painfully slow build. Lisa needed lots of kissing, which she was only too happy to oblige. Arie tasted and caressed her from head to toe, with Liza often mirroring her sexual moves. Both women settled into a harmonious rhythm, often moving as one. She felt her client's insecurity when their bodies separated, so Arie worked hard to keep their continuous connection. Tribbing was something Liza really enjoyed. Their bodies meshed perfectly, clit. Hearing her shout at least a dozen profanities, I pushed faster, harder and deeper into my mom's tightened and quivering pussy.Finally, she dropped limp onto the bed. "Holy fuck," she said to me. "Shit."I smiled and slowly pulled myself out. I moved away from her, satisfied that I had given my mom the best orgasm of the evening and stepped back into the crowd. I got a high five and a fist bump from a couple of guys and turned back to my mom, who was still laying there, breathing heavily."Round.