As Chris pushed backward, cum and pussy juice gushed to the floor. Whoa! We made a pretty good mess. Show me where the paper towels and a little spray... cleaner are. Ill clean this up after I check out your bathroom. She washed herself and cleaned the fuck juices up. All I could do was sit in my recliner and watch those awesome tits sway, and wish I was eighteen again. Every time shed pass my chair, she would reach down and pat my soft dick, and say, Good boy. We heard a tone from her cell phone,. ‘So how was the ride princess?’ he asked casually as he admired my full backside while I leaned over to get my suitcase out of the backseat. ‘Ugh… I’m not used to this heat!’ I replied. ‘How do you handle it??’ I turned around briefly to catch him staring admiringly. ‘Well babes,’ he said. ‘we go swimming.’ ‘Sounds like a plan to me!’ I said jokingly as I turned around. He gave me a hell of a seductive look as I walked by him to go inside. I left my suitcase at the door and we lounged on the. Before I knew it he had slipped his hand under the duvet and straight onto my silk covered cock. I just wanted relief so much that frankly, I didn't care that it was a guy.He expertly stroked me through Susie’s shorties, not seeming at all surprised that I had them on. His other hand began to caress my full balls under the crotch.I was thinking about Susie reaching her own familiar climax next door, and I was past caring, as Sam's firm wanking made me spurt again and again over her silky boy. I was so amazed that it took me way too much time to change and get ready to leave. By the time I was out everybody had left. So I walked out the back door and there I see you standing by a motorcycle with the pink rose in your hand. --you were amazing—you said --thank you, that’s real nice of you!— --a pink rose for a pure heart— ---you didn’t have to, you know— --oh, but I did. You see, there is something I can never tolerate and that is a pretty lady crying. So I give you a rose for.