If you had been with me, it would have been perfect. After about an hour, I slipped into the pool to cool off, and when I pulled myself out, Dale was standing waiting for me with a towel." Is Dale the lifeguard?" Yes. Let me tell this my way, Scott. Dale handed me the towel and our eyes met. Instant lust. God, he was a hunk. About eighteen years old, maybe a little older, and ripped. A real hard-body, as they call them in sunny California. He stood and talked to me as I dried myself off, and if male eyes ever undressed me, his did. And I had an affect on him. His tight trunks became a little tighter. I stretched out on the lounge and asked him to put sunscreen on me. I loved his hands on me, and I was getting wet. I've had a professional massage before, and he was their equal, so I commented on his talented hands. He told me he was a certified massage therapist, and I asked him what he charged. He told me, and I asked where I would need to go for his services. He informed me that he. His ass-cheeks flexed and unflexed in emphasis to his exploding cock deep within her hot rectum, and his head was thrown back as he strained for the exquisite pleasure of his orgasm.Carl felt as though he might have to excuse himself, red, shame-faced from the table, if his cock didn't quit that heart throbbing beat. Jesus, he couldn't remember ever having been so big in his life! He'd give anything at that moment to exchange places with that man on stage who was fucking Valerie in the ass. He'd never done it before, and though he'd discussed the advantages and disadvantages with several subjects, he'd never thought of trying it -- until now! There had to be something to the tremendous pleasure the girl was obviously having, something that was unique to the act.The man finished his orgasm, and as if in grand finale, he straightened up and pulled his still hardened cock from the depths of Valerie's rectum. It came out so fast, the obscene, wet sucking sound could be heard clearly, and.