Shaking as the rising passion runs rampant, your hands grab my bald head, guiding my mouth over your now-slick breasts and nipples, relishing the diff...rence in sensations of my soft lips and goatee brushing your sensitive skin.I reach between your thighs, feeling your moist heat emanating in waves from you to undo the bottom of your very attractive garment, I moan in anticipation as I see your womanhood exposed before me. I trail a finger up between your already wet lips and over your clit -. “And this young woman who is with you? Joyce says she is a friend from school?”“Yes, we’ve been friends for about two years. She’s from Georgia and she’ll be living at the house with me and a few other friends.”“Keep your friends close, Steve. They are all you will ever have in this world, except for your family.”I nodded and accepted the offered glass of sambuca. We drank a toast and he asked me to bring Stephie in to meet him and his two friends.“Steve, where do you find these girls?” Don. I thought for sure he’d stop. He did momentarily, but only because his cock was about to rip through his underwear. When he finally took it out, it was impressive. Much thicker than my husbands, and not quite as long, but a hard cock none the less. I sat there with my legs still crossed and dangled my high heel to excite him more. With one hand on his cock the other exploring my leg he started. It was the most erotic fucking thing I have ever seen. His hand was all the way up my thigh into my. I have to admit, listening to him that day his words sent a chill coursing through my body and while I was careful not to show it, for the first time it entered my head his flirting with me may not have been entirely all in innocence. Unfortunately, after this our conversations appeared to cool a little, I suspected hed felt he may have overstepped the mark which was not the case at all. At one point I had even begun to wonder if hed gone off the idea of flirting. In any event, if that were.