Ten minutes later he rang the doorbell. She answered it right away. Inside she offered him a beer. And he kept telling himself to kiss her. However, s...omething wasn’t right. Where was that passion which consumed them a couple hours earlier? Neither knew. Neither knew why that passion from earlier that evening seemed to not exist all of a sudden. They sat there, chatting. They sat in her living room looking into one another’s eyes. Why couldn’t he do it? Why couldn’t she do it either? No hunger. We pulled into the driveway at the house and we all piled out. I don't know what was going through their heads, but they looked like they were in deep thought. I was going to let them think. I wasn't going to push them; I was going to let them think about it so that they could make their own decision.Lunch was put together and served. Another family favorite straight out of the cook book. After lunch, we all went our separate ways for a while. I went to the den and played on my computer. Dad. She made a weak attempt to distract her feelings away from the hurt his reaction caused and ran her eyes over the length of the waiter's body. This time she did not restrain her sigh as his loose, dark brown robes revealed nothing of the man beneath them and, thus, provided her with no diversion from her misery. Her eyes moved over his lowered head, his face hidden behind the cascading tendrils of his long, tightly curled, black hair. The only plainly visible part of the man was his hands. She. Enzo came over and jumped on Sharon’s back and washumping her before she was finished with Karl’s cock.She had already removed her panties so she was readyand he rammed it home. I pulled out of Karl and sat backand watched the show while I cleaned myself off. After Enzo was finished with Sharon we engaged in asixty-nine so I could suck Enzo’s cum out and get heroff several times while she sucked another load of cumout of me. We repeated this game night scenario several.