Yes just like.... that! Ahhhhh!" I worked his veiny meat slowly and extremely wetly. I felt my own juices flowing, extremely aroused at the whole situ...ation. I could hear him occasionally tapping the computer to flip to different photos. "Ohhh yeah, here we go. Oh sweet baby your mouth feels like so fucking smoothe. Its just the best baby, mmmmmm!"I took him deeper, inside my throat as much as he could fit. I love the gasps a guy makes when his tip is melting inside my throat muscles. And I knew. Sshhh..fuck me..fuck me”. I had gone up and was looking into her eyes to smooch. She pulled me closer and we started to smooch. It continued for 5 more minutes. Shweta dragged down and pulled out my shorts completely. Now I was naked and she was in her trousers.We stopped kissing. As I was going down, she pulled me back and said, “Never felt this good with my boyfriend” and started smooching again.My hands were on the buttons of her trouser and her hands on my throbbing dick. While trying to. I ignore your outburst, chuckling, and move my head to your left tit, suckling it in earnest to make up for its previous neglect. My right hand returns to your body, grasping your now exposed right breast, I cup it in my palm and give it gentle but firm squeezes; every few squeezes I capture your saliva slick nub and twist it between my fingers. You groan out between gritted teeth and your hips continue to writhe and hunch against empty air, frustrated at having been robbed of a solid object to. So back to the story, it is end of May 2012 and I was busy with work and my routine, when I met a guy called John from the same office. I was training his batch in a tool used at our workplace. He used to smile and shake hands every day. He is 5.10, dark, has a scar on his face, and averagely built; there is nothing exciting about him. Days passed by, just like that and we were slowly becoming friends. He also was allotted the same cab as I was which helped in building up our friendship. We.