Stef me dit installe toi, fais comme chez toi, je vais nous préparer l’apéritif de la victoire !Pendant que Stef préparait 2 whiskies coca ainsi ...que des cacahuètes et autres biscuits salés, je m’installais sur le canapé. Face à moi, sur la table basse une revue attira mon regard. Je la pris et commençai à la feuilleter… c’était un magazine gay. Les photos de beaux mecs dénudés me firent monter une poussée d’adrénaline … je continuais à tourner les pages… une pub pour une crème dépilatoire pour. She is still stroking the guy next to me. An older heavyset black guy walks over and takes the spot between her legs and begins to touch her clit. She shutters as she feels another guy touching her. I hand him a condom. He gives me a look of, “don’t mind if I do.” He pulls out his cock. It’s about 7 inches and pretty thick. I know she’s going to enjoy this one. He slips the condom on and pushes his cock in her. He starts fucking her slowly. Making sure she feels every inch of his cock as he. Never before had man or boy had his hands in my cunt and on my tits without first having kissed me. He responded cooperatively, eyes closed, tongue exploring my mouth. Without curiosity, I wondered whose cunt I was tasting on his lips and tongue. Not that it mattered, for it was a taste I knew well, and savored often. The kiss lingered while his left hand kneaded my right tit, at the same time pushing my body backward towards my made-up bed.Fuck him though I intended, I didn't want his cum to. The flags which adorned the path leading up to it and the floodlights which illuminated portions of it gave it an almost castle-like appearance against the evening darkness. They walked ahead, urged on by Mike’s fascination, to the street’s end. There a broad graveled pathway led them to the fort. Unlike the street they left behind, there were no cars, no music, no modern additions to distract from the mood. The San Juan beachfront and skyline opened up behind them as they journeyed back in.