Her moves were deliberate, not wasting any time or energy. She was rubbing her clit against my pubes with every down stroke. Each time she would let o...t a soft moan. Her hard nipples were tracing trails up and down my chest. I caught her breasts in my hands and rolled her young nipples between my thumbs and index fingers. She took a deep breath and let out a loud sigh. She looked into my eyes and said that she wanted me to cum deep inside her. I knew what he meant. I changed my position a. I had been getting ready to go buy some lumber to fix a section of my fence that had begun falling down, but, with the choice of a nice, warm load of cum to tempt me from it, I gladly succumb and put that project off till later! Not a problem at all! Sucking cock nearly always came first and foremost, unless I had a true emergency. Fortunately, fixing my fence at that precise moment didn't constitute that!The guys name was 'James' (or that's what he called himself). I didn't care either way. A. I never thought that the man would turn up to be in fifties and yet he looked nicely mannered and good looking and as he had said that he is bottom I thought there is no problem going out with him. I packed up things and logged out of the hotel and followed him to his house, which was near by only at his house, I was again surprised to see a fifty some old man waiting at the door, for both of us. It was not difficult for me to understand that; they were an old gay couple and although I had. “Far enough, Brady boy.” Reaching around him, she grabbed his crotch.“Figures, fucking, Brady boy special—mother fucking 5-inch cocktail wiener,” she hissed at him. She pulled his briefcase from him and tossed the case higher on the bank.“Fucking faggot, carrying a purse,” she reached around again and squashed his package. “Fucking gonna rock my world. Your cracker fag’s boner got hard from fear. So easy with losers like you. Pants off, boy.”“No,” he barked out in defiance. The gun struck him.