Her pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. There was enough light that I could see that she was smiling. She was wearing a large t-shirt and a pair of loose shorts.“What’s wrong?”“We need to talk.” I suddenly was scared that she wanted to talk about what happened the other day and that I was in big trouble. “We need to talk about what happened the other evening.”Damn! Now I knew I was in trouble. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I spied on you. I’m sorry I made a mess on your floor. Please don’t tell my parents.” I was pleading for my life.Brenda put her hand on my thigh. I jumped. It felt like electricity. “Relax. I have no intention of telling your parents. I loved watching you make a mess on my floor. I was flattered that you shot so much cream for me. I was hoping you might show me your boner again tonight and shoot some more cream for me.”As much as I had fantasized all night about this, I couldn’t believe Brenda was actually there and really couldn’t believe what she. My heart skipped a beat when my phone buzzed. It was him saying to meet him out there. My pulsed raced with nervous, built up sexual desire. I waited and made sure his wife had gone to bed and that my friend, Jon was getting in the shower. I almost ran to the garage. Once inside, Jon’s dad grabbed me and planted a big kiss right on my lips! I don’t know why it surprised me so much but it did. I didn’t mind it, in fact I kind of liked him kissing me, the passion, and it seemed so intimate. When his tongue pressed into my mouth, my hands instinctively sought out his cock. I rubbed his beautiful, big hairy dick through his pants and felt his thick member begin to get hard. His hands found my ass and squeezed my cheeks hard, almost to hard and a too little rough. This man had built up, manly urges and I needing to help him satisfy those manly urges. I reached up and put my arms around his neck and let him kiss me deeply and passionately, then I began to slid down his chest, towards his.
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