She'd pretty much stopped licking, but every so often she'd resume moving her fingers in and out of me. I understood what she must've been feeling at ...the time, but could only guess how much. Even though his balls kept brushing my hair into my eyes, I noticed her cum begin to turn to a froth on his shaft. She was one happy woman. I was one very happy girl to be a part of this.Then, as sure as a sunrise, he let out a groan. From below, I could see his cock pumping several squirts of cum into her.. Steven’s passion for our encounters only seemed to grow in want, desire and urgency also, just like mine. Then the time came. His parents where out for the afternoon and my wife had taken my son shopping. They were all going to be gone for hours. I could only think of one way I wanted to, needed to, spend that time. I picked Steven up and drove to a hotel on the edge of town.I checked in and went to the room as I nervously and anxiously waited for him to sneak up. My pulse was already racing.. When he pulled down his pants, and I was surprised at my overwhelming urge to touch him. His beautiful, hairy, manly cock hanging between his legs. A thick hood of veiny foreskin covering it. I could not stop staring at it. My brain tingled and I felt light headed. I could feel my own cock swell with excitement. I wanted this so much. It seemed so natural, and my desires were so much stronger than my young, innocent nervousness. I touched his dick, never taking my eyes off it. He felt warm and. I pause there, relishing the feeling of her petite hands stroking my shaft while her warm tongue suckles at the underside of my cockhead.With little thrusts, I begin to fuck her mouth. I push my dick as far inward as her epiglottis allows. Then I pull back out. After a few strokes like that, I angle her head back and squeeze my cockhead past the gate of her throat. She takes it down with a spluttering gurgle. I keep pushing. As my shaft disappears her hands move to my balls. I hold her head.