The taste and smell of his genitals were far more masculine than I remembered my teen friend's being.Yes! I had a totally hard, pulsing, precum-oozing... cock in my mouth at last! I pulled it out, and, admiring it's now fully hard eight thick inches, licked it's length down to his heavy balls. Their musky smell and taste were also wonderful to behold as I licked them hungrily, giving free rein to my cocklust."Oh, yeah!" Martin marveled, "You are a hungry cocksucker."I knew the statement was both a. Once again, she stepped up her game. This time she went after my voyeur side. As she continued to pump and stroke my now aching cock, she started talking…“I have always enjoyed handling cocks. The feel of them. How they are soft and rigid at the same time. I love watching them grow and get harder. I love seeing them cum. Some cum by shooting and other ooze. But I like them all. Stroking a cock can also give me a chance to decide if I want to fuck it or not. The long ones make a good visual and. . I'll be picking you up at your house in..." She looked at her watch. "Forty-five minutes. I need to make some phone calls."Kristen didn't wait for an answer, and hung up the phone."Jim, pack an overnight bag for us. Go downstairs and get a change of clothes for June. Ask Lynette if she wants to come with us. We'll use her car." What's happening?" I asked."I told you what I want, Jim," Kristen said, almost snapping at me. She was surprised that I didn't just follow her directions blindly.. I tried to hold him close to me. I want to crush my body by him. Every part of my body wants to get squeezed. His hand is move on my smooth thighs. He squeezing and pressing it. His hand moved to my hairy pussy. He moved his hand over the hair. He touched my pussy lips. I was thrilled. It is all wet. His fingers moved there. He pressed on the clit. OOOHHHHH… What a pleasure. My hips moved up. He played with my clits and entered a finger in the pussy. His finger slipped inside easily as it is.