Slowly she pulls out and slowly in. I hook my ankles around her bum and help her get a good rhythm going. So I'm being well and truly fucked! Marisa i...s still enjoying fucking me and I'm being stretched by lisa and the strap on. The next thing I feel is one of lisas fingers touching my cock that's busy thrusting in and out of marisa. It moves away and I can tell lisa must now be playing with my girls arse hole. Next thing is I can feel it through the skin of my cock as she must have pushed a. I do remember his fingers in the belt hooks of my jeans. And I do remember him pulling me towards him. My hips against his hips. And I definitely remember the electric shock that ripped through me as my dick rubbed against his. Both of us were hard. So, so hard.No way I could forget that. I remember his hands on me. Grabbing my neck, my chest, my sides. The sound of a zipper coming undone. My zipper. I remember a tugging sensation. His hands again. My chest. My jeans and boxers yanked down.. I was little surprised but he said that he don’t want any confusion about his wife.i said Ok tell me the time,show her face and i will try.So he showed me her pics ,she was an average looking lady .5’4 in height,white color, small boobs but really well shaped thighs and hips so from next day i started to wait for her on stand and when she arrived i used to keep starring her and smile on stand and also inside the bus first few time she gave me strange looks like she don’t like me starring me at. Already having received numerous college scholarship offers with an eye on things beyond that, it seemed clear the all American role I had to play.Yet, there were those feelings, those desires. I wanted nothing more than to taste cock, to suck it, to pleasure it. I wasn’t exactly sure of my sexual orientation, but back then oh how I wanted to be on my knees. Oh how I so wanted to feel a hard cock against my lips and on my tongue. I would lie awake at night dreaming about it. Dreaming about.