Needless to say, I was stunned by the whole experience. I took a sip of my coffee and fumbled for my pipe. I couldn’t help but think of that perfect... body, the pert, upturned breasts with their dark areolas and hardening nipples, her narrow waist flaring out to rounded hips and that dark thatch of curly hair covering the promise of her pubis. My reverie was broken when my wife joined me at the table. ‘I’ve found the perfect loft bed setup for the boys,’ she said, and tugged me up and through the. Marcus and Jeremy went into a changing room and changed from their jeans and polo shirts into black spandex workout shorts and tight, black t-shirts. I could tell by the look on her face that Denise was very impressed with Marcus and Jeremy’s physiques. It was also apparent that she liked seeing those big bulges in their shorts, and she openly looked at them.Then they took a series of photos with Denise, some with Marcus and Jeremy separately and some together. They were either standing with. You know the saying "black don't crack," well she definitely fits it.Max steps in and closes the door behind her, I'm headed back for the bedroom and she heads toward the kitchen, small chat the whole time. I plopped back onto the bed and grab my phone. The sound of pots and pans clinging together from the kitchen interrupted our small talk. I'm scrolling my Facebook timeline when I just happened to gaze over my phone to see Max standing in the doorway eyes fixated on the bulge in my sweats. I. He ignored his sandy blond hair that was plastered to his back. He ignored the emptiness in his stomach. He ignored spots of burned skin all over his body. He ignored the almost boiling hot water that was turning his skin pink even as he stood in its path. He didn't want to thank about these things at the moment. The only thing on his mind was to sleep; he could get away from the world there. There was no pressure while he slept, no expectations and deadlines to meet and certainly no one.
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