It always feels so much more personal, more passionate. I'd rather blow a guy than fuck him, to be honest. I love just being the giver of his pleasure..., like he's my master and my only purpose is to bring him to orgasm. "You know...my absolute favorite thing is to wake my guy up with a blowjob, so the first thing he sees when he wakes up is my face between his thighs, sucking away, his shaft vanishing between my lips." My thighs felt hot. My panties were damp. "That sounds amazing..." he. Randy didn’t utter a word but slid his hand across my ass and gave it a light smack. Pulling the door open with my back still to him I slowly bent over as I had in the parking lot earlier that day.Randy quickly took the hint and moved forward until his hard cock, still in his pants, made contact with my ass. As I started to rub up and down on him he told me that he definitely enjoyed all the red I was displaying. After a minute of rubbing against his pants, I reached between my legs and. No trying to fight the inevitable. You strippedout of your jersey and continued dancing there in front of us. Asshole naked. I could see the juices accumilating between your thighs. You looked over at me as if to ask for permission. "Go on baby. Suck that big mothafucka".You walked over to him squeezing your tits together, and pulling on your hardenednipples. "Goddamn", you said, opening your mouth to take him inside. "Mmmmmm, slurp, aghhhh, ohhhhh. That's it fuck my throat baby". "Oh. Piotrowski explained."Smells good," Scott replied. "I'm going to get cleaned up."Refreshed after the shower Scott sat down at the kitchen table. Mr. Piotrowski handed him a bowl of steaming hot chili."That's got some kick to it," he said as he went back for another mouthful."Too much?" No, it's good. Just more bite than I expected." Want to tell me why you haven't opened that packet from the college?" asked Mr. Piotrowski.Scott set his spoon down and looked at the large envelope, "Not sure. I.