It was clear from the log-shape showing in his crotch that he was my superior, though he was years younger. He was about six foot tall, lean in build,... clean-shaven, with long brown hair tumbling over his forehead and neck. I guessed him to be 18. Stereotypical as it was, he was carrying a skateboard. He had such a beautiful combination of tough and tender i couldn’t stop starring at his beautiful smooth skin…“Hey shit-for-brains!”I came out of my mental fog.“Yes Sir?”Sir? You’re calling me sir?. . Silly things that I felt were safe enough to talk about. After a while of similar talks as this, Debbie pushed me again into dangerous waters: would I be interested in being the first to be with her, sexually? Of course this was what my mind always desired, but at first I played like it was the craziest thing I'd ever heard. I informed Debbie of the many reasons, why I was so reluctant, but she just smiled and seemed to play them off as nothing. "Noooo, I promise I won't tell anyone!" She. “She is so fucking tight its wonderful”Now his cock was going in and out a bit easier as he got into his motion. Margret shouted. “Oh John John he is so fucking big”I smiled and said “Do you want him to stop”“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE” she screamed back “just FUCK MY RANDY, FUCK MY WHITE PUSSY, DON’T STOP! PLEEEASE DON’T STOP!.I moved in behind Randy. Wet the head of my throbbing cock and slipped it up his juicy arse and started to fuck him in the same motion he was fucking my wife, as he pulled. Hearing the water run through the door to the bathroom, Sam looked himself over in a mirror in the living room. Realizing he needed to clean up himself, he went into the kitchen and turned on the faucet at the sink. Moving quickly, he stripped off his shirt and grabbed a towel. Wetting it, he used it as an impromptu washcloth and gave his torso and arms a quick sink bath, then washed his face and neck. Air drying, he went back to his bags and rummaged through them to find a fresh shirt, putting.