Karen raised her wet pussy and pushed my face toward it so I could continue to lick it as she took my cock deep into her mouth. As this was happening...Jim got the head of his cock into my ass then slowly pushed in the remaining six or so inches. He just held it in there without moving. At first there was pain but it gradually went away. It was almost like Jim could sense the pain go away and he began to slowly pump my ass.His pace gradually picked up and so did Karen’s sucking. He pulled. She pictured herself....dressed in her sexist skimpy lingerie, standing in front of her husband's best friend....his huge cock straining out to her. She was visibly excited by the image but she was still unsure she wanted to go through with anything. She started to walk away from Rick. Rick's eyes were glued to the gentle swaying of her ass...the thin black line of fabric rising throughout its length. He reached down and fondled his pulsing cock. "Fuck, what a babe!!!" he thought. "Look". ”Victor got up in his sweaty, naked glory and walked away, disappearing for a bit. James finally had a chance to check out Victor’s bedroom. It was divided from the main loft by a thin sliding door on metal beams. The room was minimalist in design but very tasteful and expensive looking, just like everything else in Victor’s life. He had a huge bed with a black wooden headboard and an enormous abstract art print above it. James noticed the mirrors on the walls in the room and he could see. At the end of the movie they had sat and talked easily, starting with films but soon moving on to many other subjects too. Andrew marvelled at just how much he liked the girl before him. He felt that they were really connecting, and he yearned to take things a step further, but somehow he was too scared of frightening such a delicate creature away. He was completely bemused when Cheryl made a move on him that left little question as to where her intentions lay. One moment they were sitting on.