I was suspicious but I couldn't prove that he was actually doing it and it remained a thought in the back of my mind. This takes me to this past Septe...mber.I was out on a Friday night with a few of my coworkers at a local pub, enjoying a few drinks when I heard somebody call out my name. I looked over and saw a fellow named Mario standing near my table. He was an old coworker from a job that I had worked at when I was in high school and I was surprised that he still remembered me. He offered to. ..." That one word is another whisper, softer than the candle beginning to gutter and fade in our room.You don't answer, but start to grind your hips in a frenzy, savoring every thrust, the feel of my dick buried inside you, and revel in it. Before you know it, you say one word back. "Yesssss."My hips thrust up into the air, lifting you mostly off our bower. Two, then three thrusts. You feel me about to explode, and suddenly want me there, want me to shoot my load, want to feel the semen. My choices are weird I love a lot of foreplay and licking smooching and caressing.It seems she was also enjoying it; our body heat was enough to take care of cold around.I Spread my jeans on commode and made us to seat on that and opened her legs wide, and started licking her well shaven pussy. She started moaning hard and pulling my hairs, I felt she also loved the way I do sex. She loved my lips and tongue in action on her clit; I asked her whether she will do a blowjob to me? She refused.. As you slide your tongue out, I lick and suck, thinking of other parts of you I want lick, touch, and suck… I ask you questions to further my understanding… As I ask questions and listen to you, I keep my gaze focused on your eyes… Under the blanket, your hands smooth over my breasts, exciting my nipples. They pebble under my dress. Your hands cup the weight of me, you squeeze and rub your thumbs against the hardened tips. I try to keep my breathing calm, but I can’t stop panting and leaning.