He is the epitome of delusional self-importance.These are the qualities which I found endearing.I know it is not my style to talk ill of people, but I... need to get ridof all the negativity I have in me from being around him. He is toxic.Ido not believe how he puts everyone and everything down just to feelbetter about himself.As we walked to the door to his parents' house, Dana apologized inadvance. I will not call it a home for it did not have the warmth thata home should have in it. It was not. At that moment I felt the towel go up a little higher and I started to hallucinate, I looked down a little and saw that the towel was inches away from disappearing from between the two of us.She seemed to guess or intuit what was happening and so, she stood on her tiptoes and I felt the direct contact of her butt on my sex under my shorts. I began to thrust harder but kept the pace slow. She was sometimes lost in her own gaze or in mine through the mirror, still afraid of her adverse reaction. In response, her husband tucked one arm behind his head while the other wrapped around her shoulders, his hand reaching down to idly massage her asscheeks and the crack separating them.“I told you we shouldn’t have started fooling around this afternoon,” Ronnie quietly chided him, lightly fondling his dick.“Eh, so what,” whispered back her husband. “You enjoyed it, didn’t you, and don’t bullshit me either. Besides, it’s not like you’ve never been fucked without being seen, eh?”Ronnie giggled. And frankly I was loving every bit of it. He used to get very horny. I could feel all his hardness pressing against my body and he use to rub against my thighs and ass. One day he unzipped and took his throbbing cock in front of me. This wasnt the first Cock i had seen in my life , so when he put my hand over his cock I grabbed it and played with it. He use to make me hold his cock. My natural instinct of being comfortable with cock made him very insisting to strip my salwar/trouser but I used.