The coachman helps you into the carriage and we nestle together on the soft velvet cushions of our classic transportation. You comment on the feel of ...the velvet. Something about velvet, silk and no panties. We pass through the heavily treed park, the antique streetlights reflect off the wet street. You reach around to me and kiss me full on the lips. I wrap my arms around you and pull you tighter to me. Our tongues intermingle and seem to dance to some unknown music, but choreographing each. I knew that my cock didn't ever want 2 leave his ass !!! his awesome ass was so hot & tight & sweet that i knew i would never be able 2 last long, if he kept long-stroking me, so i grabbed his hips as he slid downward, his cock-gripping ass finally resting on top of my hips & held him all the way down on2 my twitching & pulsating cock, not letting him move at all. mark just turned his head back, looked in2 my eyes & smiled, as he started 2 slowly rotate his cum-craving ass in tight, tiny. I’ve wanted to tell her over the years but could never find a way to bring it up. It occurred to me that whenever we watched a porn flick she always made the same remark, “They always show girl-on-girl, but never show guys fucking other guys.” Fast forward to a month later, we went to our local porn theater wearing our usual “easy access clothing” and settling into a row in the middle of the theater, started to play with each other. I could usually finger Susan to two or three orgasms while she. One day he was doing some grocery shopping when he saw Vishal alone pushing the cart. He just could not keep stifled and k**dingly made a remark to Vishal, of having to be shopping for the family; but only to be informed that his wife was visiting her parents for 2 weeks. Aryan, just out of courtesy, invited Vishal over to his place, anytime for some after dinner drinks and chat; if he liked to, only hoping that Vishal may never do that and just gave Vishal his phone number as well. He could.