“Isn’t this teriyaki marinade good enough for you, Cuda?” Lynette replied as she held up the bottle of Lowry’s at the fridge door.“Where’s... you sense of adventure, Lynette? What do you have in mind, Mike?” Mrs. R quizzed both of us in rapid fire fashion.“I get enough adventure with Cuda, already, Mom,” Lynette giggled as she shook the bottle of her favorite marinade.“Really? Care to relate these adventures to me, young man?” Mrs. R playfully put me on the spot after Lynette’s adventure. I stuck my tongue deeper into the crack of her ass. I located her asshole and began to lick it.Jazmin’s eyes opened. “Are you licking my asshole?”I removed my tongue from her ass. “Yes.”“Good, I through it was a dream.”“Are you okay with this?”“Yes, please continue. It feels good,” she said and wiggled her ass for my formal invitation.I went back to her ass crack. The tip of my tongue circled all around her puckered asshole.Jazmin got up on her knees with her head still on the Futon. “Yes,. He has almond-shaped eyes, tanned skin, and a dark, soft beard that always looks like four-day-old stubble. He bikes or skates everywhere, so he has a strong, lean stomach and thick thighs. The first time they fucked, they destroyed his entire flat-- they came in seven different rooms (including outside on the front porch) and devoured each other until the sun came up. He was a skater, a boozer, and a rabbit in the sack. Just her type.“Happy birthday, Billy!" she said, greeting him with a kiss. My cock responded as any guys would, hard and throbbing and needing attention but I needed to concentrate on the boat flying across the water. I had one hand on the wheel and one on the throttle when I felt her hand on the back of my throttle hand as she pulled it back slowing the boat as if putting on the brakes.I swallowed hard; the lump in my throat was as hard as the one in my trunks. I had wanted her but did not dare make the first move as I did not want to be a foolish old man taking.