" she said. Her boobs jiggled as she quivered and quaked. "Am I as good as your high school friend?" Ohh better. She was good, but we were so young. I... still think about her when your down on me sometimes." Oh really?" This peaked my interest. "What about her?"Her eyes closed as if replaying the memory in her mind. "Her name was Cindy. One time after running in the sprinklers in my back yard, we were playing in the big playhouse grandpa built for us, still in our swim suits. I was sitting on the. Both of your hands are now on my arse, and, as you pull me tightly against you; I can feel the hard bulge of your cock pressing against my tummy.I move my lower body sinuously against you. I love knowing the effect I have on you, I look up at you and smile. Yours eyes dilate and now it’s you, who is biting your lip, and I feel a heady rush of power. It is very rare that I get an opportunity like this, and although, we are in the lift and know, that we could be interrupted at any time, I know I. "Tell me where you were today. I want to know the pleasure you had," he persists.I shudder as I cum listening to him whisper to me. He is licking my pussy and filling me up with his tongue and fingers. He is slurping away at me, drinking me up, relentlessly worshipping my clit. His one hand is on my breast pinching and teasing while his other finger is playing with my ass. I moan and pant, telling him about the fucking I got earlier today. How my lunch with one of his co-workers lead to us. I wasn’t really concerned about leaving him in my home, as I had nothing of real value in the house. Before he retrieved his toolbox from his pickup, I showed him my coffee machine, and told him to make himself at home once the job was done. Ten minutes later when I returned Pier was seated in the lounge, with coffee next to him, and reading a newspaper. Not wanting to appear unsocial, I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat opposite him.“You gay?” he asked.Only then did my eyes focus on the.