"You promised!" Don't you worry, I have a feeling about you. You're going to love this in a minute!"Tom reached under my body and found my cock as he ...kept working his way into me."Look at that," he said, "you're still hard. I told you that you'd like this!"With that, he pushed the rest of his length into me and I could feel his pubes on my cheeks.The burning sensation in my ass was more than I could have imagined. My asshole was on fire! Tom at least seemed conscious of how this felt. He left. I was 23 years old, had my first place and was eager to move in. I was allowed to take the bedroom set that I grew up with, and some friends and neighbors had tables, chairs and living room furniture they no longer needed. The house was sparsely furnished, but livable. I set myself up to live in the kitchen and a small bedroom. I started to fix up the living room and other bedrooms. The paneling they used was old, heavy and dark. It needed to be removed so I could insulate. My friend Scott is. I could feel my bra strap slipping off my shoulder but I couldn’t stop playing, my 40f tits were on the move the more I swung for the ball. Deuce, he served straight away without giving me a chance to right myself.My tits were flopping about, moving and rubbing against my bra; this was the most fun and excitement I have felt in some time. I could feel my tit popping out from the cup of the bra the more I jumped about.He went to advantage and served again, by now all I could do was hit the ball. “My friend,” she said softly, looking at him for a heartbeat before gently touching her lips to the skin beneath his glans.“My father,” she breathed as she tasted the bead of clear liquid pooling at the tip of his cock.“My love,” she concluded with satisfaction, opening her mouth and pushing her lips over his manhood.A rumble of pleasure escaped from him as she suckled at him. She didn’t try to take him in her throat, but she diligently worked the rim of his cockhead with her lips until he felt.