“Settle down and let’s hear the problem.”“ASShole here, says that July 17 th is John Coltrane’s birthday, and I say he’s full of SHIT!” ...called out Terry.“Watch your mouth,” Isolde called back, as she descended the stairs. When she got to the bottom, she said in a seriously quiet tone, “This is a public beach, and I could hear you two from inside the house. I don’t think we want to be calling attention to ourselves. There is probably going to be enough talk when they figure out our living. So we’re not going to tell anyone are we”?I shook my head and reached around until I had grabbed a two handfuls of his hairy ass cupped in each hand. I turned my head sideways and kissed him on the neck. I didn’t know why, it just seemd right and normal.My hands began to caress his ass cheeks. “Oh I like that Charly” hewhispered and kissed me back. Several kisses later our lips met. Again itjust seemed the natural thing to do. I didn’t feel that we were doinganthing naughty or dirty. I wanted. Dark. Less dangerous. But strangely it was just as exciting. In fact, as I sat back in the couch with a smile, I felt excited about what I had planned for the night. The guilt had faded, but that erotic spark remained. It wasn't long before Rose came back, again glancing nervously between us as she entered. We kept the conversation light when she got back, but I could tell Jessica was excited to talk later. It was getting late, and the night had been relaxed so far. "So..." said Rose, a sudden. I spluttered and gagged as the cock cut off the air supply through my mouth. Andre tightened his grip on my head and stayed deep in my throat. I tried to relax and focused on breathing though my nose. Andre pulled slowly back out of my mouth until only the head of his penis was still in me. I looked up over his flat belly and he was staring down at me. I can imagine the sight I made. My hair all tousled from a combination of bed head and by being recently yanked this way and that. My lips were.