"Wouldn't mind," I said.J put a fist in Eric's hair and pulled his head up. "Open your mouth."Eric opened his mouth."Get nice and close," J said, nodd...ing me toward the bench.I lifted a leg over the bench and stepped forward until I could feel Eric's breath on the head of my dick."Take him by the hair," J said.Eric was leaning on his hands now instead of his forearms, level with my hips. When J released him, I reached out and gently wound the fingers of both hands into the hair at the top of his. Now the best way to explain this would be to picture Laura Dern from Jurassic Park. When she is fighting the raptors, them short, shorts and a vest type t-shirt thing but it was white and not blue. But I simply just said “Hot”.Finally her son goes back upstairs and I instantly jumped back on her. We started to make out again; Sarah rubbed her hand from the top of my chest down to my raging hard on. I returned the favor by grabbing her right boob and started to squeeze. I felt her bite my bottom. Our lips part and our tongues meet, a soft moan from you tells me that you’re glad I’m here to, which urges me on even more. I climb on top of you on my knees and elbows, my leg between yours, my thigh pressing your wet pussy. Damn babe, you so wet. I feel your leg rise and your thigh press into my soaked pussy, I gently rub back and forth on it. Our lips still pressed together, our kiss becomes more passionate, we breathe ask one. Our breast pressed together between us as our nipple kiss, I. Would she be interested?" "Not in a million years," he said. "But visit us for a weekend and we'll see what happens." So there I stood. Outside of his door. Hearing the door chimes ring within. The door opened. "Yes?" The nice lady looked at me quizzically. "I'm looking for Arthur Emerson. He's expecting me." "Arthur's gone to Connecticut for the weekend," the rather pretty, past middle-aged brunette said, dryly. "To visit a sick friend." "Oh Dear! That puts me in a bind," I said. "I.