I was slowly acclimating to new situation - getting used to being single in a new plaza, and having sex with some guys. We invited Krauthead to come to the Tuesday night seance ; he had a conflict some workweek so he said he 'd dangle in on occasion.

I could tell I was getting used to my new lifespan - I was getting bored. I decided to do some painting and decorating in the townhouse. It 's a Nice topographic point, only a few twelvemonth old, but whitish everywhere was n't going to cut it. I painted a couple of rooms, which led to some new cam stroke rugs, wall hangings and the the like. I was getting to be a habitue at the local anaesthetic home center. Then the odd thing happened, I was getting some rouge mixed up when the department coach mentioned that they were looking to take soul for key and wall coverings. I expressed an interest in a function time job, and sure enough they hired me. I am not an overly mixer someone, but I can communicate well with customer about their needs.

I took a liking to a fellow employee from gizmo, Marsha. The company had a holiday social, drinking after body of work, and I spent well-nigh of it talking to her. We had a very similar sense of humor, and I found myself well-off being afford with her. A nice looker too, fifty-something, and about five-nine, almost my meridian. Marsha was what you 'd call up nicely flesh out - not plump, just nicely curve. Her manner of walking was very refined. She had lived in the arena quite a while, and it turns out that her sister lives in the Meadows. Marsha described her sis, and I remembered seeing her at the cafe.

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A couple of days later, I was just relaxing after breakfast and got to thinking about Tom 's cock. I remembered how it was mediocre duration but was dainty and boneheaded. More importantly, I thought about it being the get-go cock I sucked, and found myself getting very hard. I remembered putting my mouth on his thick organ the first gear time, and how excited I was. About then, I thought about having a jacking off, then called myself an idiot and called Tom instead. I invited him over for a beverage, which he could see right through, and snickered at me. `` sure as shooting, a drink. Yeah, I 'm in the humour too, I 'll be over in a while. ``

When Tom arrived, we did rain cats and dogs ourselves a dyad of beers, then retired to my bedroom. He asked what made me call, and I told him I had got to thinking about his fat cock. `` Maybe in your rima oris ? '' he asked.

'' Definitely. It 's been almost a calendar week since I 've had any dick and cum. '' Tom walked up close to me and reached down for my crotch. Finding a hard lump there, he said, `` Hmm, you are in the mood, I can order. '' But I stepped back a small, and reached for his belt. Tom put his deal on my shoulders and rubbed up and down seductively, while I opened his whang and zipper. Then, I pulled down his pants and underwear together. His prick was getting operose and pointing out. I put my hands on his chest of drawers and sat him down on the bed, then knelt in front of him and had a good look at his stiffening penis.

Tom 's pubic whisker was graying, but still filled in nicely around the radical of his cock. The harmonium itself was thick, like I said, and his head was distinct. I liked its shape. Reaching for it with both hands, I ran my finger up and down the shaft, which was easy brown and had very aphrodisiac mineral vein showing on each side. I wrapped my hand around it and stroked.

Of form, my turncock was good and toilsome too. I let go of him long enough to open my pants and pull it out. Then I took Tom 's pith in one hand, cupped his balls with the former and lowered my face until I was breathing on his cock question. Tom said, `` Go down on me man, I want your mouth on it. '' I obliged ; I put my sassing over his fountainhead, licked his pee-pee slit a little, then opened wide and slid down onto his midst jibe. I loved the way it felt to ingest his fat putz filling my back talk, and when I reached freighter I could feel his dick head against the cover of my lip. And my nose was buried in his private parts whisker. Damn this was hot, I loved that impression. My mouth was spread head wide, which was very aphrodisiacal. Nothing feels like a fat cock filling your mouth. I began to slide up and down on him, rubbing my glossa on it and humming a little.

Tom said, `` You 've gotten really proficient at that, shop you 're making me palpate so hot. ``

I came off his cock for long enough to say, `` Good. I 'm looking forward to eating your load. ''

I went right back down on him and started to suck hard. I played with his balls with one bridge player and reached down to stroke my own peter with the former. Tom said he was getting fill up and I kept up the apparent motion on his putz and my own. I was getting hot too. Then Tom started to groan and hurtle into my lip, three or four times, then I could feel his extremity throbbing in my mouthpiece. The taste of his jism hit my tongue as he called, `` Ahhhhhh '' ; he quivered and shook, and I could finger about three ticker of cum hit my throat. I could n't wait any more myself. I came off his stopcock, stood up between his legs, and he reached for my hard dick. He only had a prospect to stroke it about twice before I blew my load out on his bridge player, with some of it falling down on his turncock and belly. He caught what he could with his hand and brought that hand to his sass and licked it off.

We laid around for a while and played with each other before we washed up and Tom took off. That was a great way to drop the day.

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I invited Marsha out to dinner. The waitress brought our beverage and took our society, and we relaxed and chatted. marsh said that she liked plenty of kinds of euphony and we explored that pastime ; we were both big into old rockabilly. On a new topic, she asked me what was new in the house. `` I 'm thinking about getting some ledge parts and making a bulwark shelf for the breakfast nook. I do n't ingest room for a big board, maybe I could preserve the condiments there. ``

'' Spice of life then, '' she asked ?

'' Nah, the spice of life is better stuff than that. ``

She caught what I alluded to, and smiled at me seductively. `` Yes… I can conceive of more interesting ways to spice things up. ``

I smiled back and said, `` Me too. '' Under the table I went to displace my leg next to hers, only to find her doing the like. We were both a little storm to bear upon the former so quickly, and broke a laugh over it. Quietly, I asked, `` Are you getting newly with me ? ``

'' As a subject of fact, yes I am. '' She slowly rubbed her leg along mine and said, `` Nice leg. Very muscular. '' I could feel her house calfskin muscularity and returned, `` You 're as toned as I 'd guessed. '' We savored the middleman for a minute then chatted more. Dinner came and, between the safe food and warmly ship's company, we had a very gracious time.

Before we were done, I realized that I had to progress to full disclosure about my sex life. It was n't fair to her if she did n't understand my interest group and early action. At a lull, I said, `` Marsha, there 's something you should know before we get closer. ``

She cocked her point a fiddling and said, `` And that would be ? ``

'' I 'm actually bisexual. ``

'' Actively ? ``

'' Yes. ``

She smiled and said, `` You must be mixed up with those Guy at the Meadows that watch dirty moving-picture show and play with each former. ``

Huh ? In a instant, I put 2 & 2 & 2 together. She laughed then so did I. Molly must suffer spilled the beans to scatter gab, and Marsha 's baby lived in the building complex. `` Oh I was aware of that, and wondered if you were involved. Actually, '' Marsha added, `` It sounds like fun. I have no issues with that, as long as everbody is strip. '' I felt safe about being honest with her, and I was relieved that the eve would continue with Marsha.

I drove her back to her house, and she rested her script on my leg the hale way. I asked her if I might come in ; she squeezed my second joint and said, `` I was hoping you 'd ask. ``

Marsha lived in an older star sign that was decorated in the farmhouse look. She took my hand and showed me around the downstairs, then smiled at me and said, `` The bedrooms are upstairs. '' I drew her to me and wrapped my arms around her. She looked up and offered me her lips, and I gave her a foresighted, slow kiss. She pressed her boob against me, and I liked what I felt. I was well on my way to having a very remains shaft. We kissed a hour, then she broke the candy kiss and took my hand again, showing me up the stairs. Following her upstairs was tremendous, between her graceful bowel movement and her swaying buns. At her bedroom, the next kiss was n't deadening and tender ; our passion overtook us and we kissed hard and sexy. My hand went around her backbone and hers found my ass. I slid one bridge player around and took hold of her titty, and sanctum shit, was she house and warm.

She pushed me down on the bed and laid me on my back. Without hesitating, she reached for my belt and opened it, then my zip. When she reached in my underwear, she smiled at me and said, `` My goodness, what a overnice hard cock for me to fiddle with. Mmmm, it 's been a while. '' Pulling my cock out of my underclothes, she added, `` I think I need to go down on on this, like right now. '' She reached for my trouser waist and I lifted my keister so she could root for down my pants. `` My God that 's a decent dick. '' She leaned down and kissed my head, then started licking up and down - but not for long. succeeding thing I felt was her wet mouth on my dick head, and slowly moving down on my diaphysis. This lady friend was sound at it ; she slid on and off, stopping to imbibe now and then. She could get almost of my seven inches into her mouth, and I could n't help but shudder in there.

This went on for some metre, then I got very concern in putting my face in her crotch. I gently took delay of her head and lifted her off, then stood up. We finished undressing each early, but I only got as far as removing her bra. Marsha 's wrack was exquisite ; so firm and round. I dove in and started licking her nipple while I massaged the early lady friend. She just moaned and put her hand behind my question. Eventually my urge to eat her pussy overcame the fun I was having with her bosom. I took off the rest of her dress and it was my turn to lay her Down. She pulled down the covers and hopped up on the bed. I spread her legs and just stood admiring her lovely little flower of a pussy with a nicely trimmed crotch hair - all gray no less ! She said, `` Are you just going to take care ? I really need you to eat my pussy. ``

'' Your pussy is beautiful, and I have every design of… '' Could n't wind up that as I was already running my nose through her fur and began to snog all around her vulva. `` Ohmygod, you kiss so nice ! '' I licked all around, working my way to her sass which I licked up and down. Then without warning, I stuck my tongue in her snatch as far as it would go ; she inhaled sharply and squeaked out an `` Oh !'My natural language went to knead then, up and down her pussy and occasionally touching her clit. `` Oh god oh god, yes… '' I worked harder and spent more time on her clit ; she started to shake her hip up, and I put my mouth all around her dear button. I licked her, slowly gaining intensiveness, as she rocked her hips and moaned, louder and louder, then I went hard after her button. She cried, `` Ahhhhh '' and humped hard against my brass, as her coming overtook her. I let off her and lifted my drumhead as she convulsed up and down.

As she came to rest, I moved up and put my cock head against her cunt sassing. Marsha grabbed my hips and pulled, urging me to enter her. She was very wet, and I just slowly slid into her until I was mostly buried. One or two quick gesture to see to it her wetness was spread all over my cock, and I went all the way in. Marsha approved ; I could finger her pussycat squeezing my stopcock. It was heavenly. I looked lustfully at her cheek, then scanned down to her tits and looked to see myself buried in her. Marsha said, `` piece of ass me, Pete. I need a commodity fuck from a big hard man. Pump me until I cum again and fill me up with your cum. ``

I began to make a motion in and out of her, moving around until she squeaked her approval at one spot. I pumped in earnest, getting faster. Putting my lips to hers, I put my tongue in and she passionately returned my kiss. Our lips locked as I started to pump her harder and harder, and felt her warm up firm tits on my chest. Both of us moaned in unison as I stabbed her cunt, then I felt my orgasm hit and I buried my cock in her cunt, and shot my semen into her. She screamed and humped against me as her endorsement orgasm overtook her.

As we relaxed into afterglow, Marsha said, `` So you guys do all form of fun stuff and nonsense ? ``

'' Hands and lip. We do n't do anal. ``

Marsha thought about that, then asked, `` I 've had tribade experiences, and I think it 's aphrodisiacal when guys suck each other. Do you hypothesize they 'd mind having an audience ? ``

'' You wan na determine ? They might go for that, we 're all bi. Especially if you gave us something courteous to see. ``

'' That could be arranged. And I 'm sure my Sister Anna would need in on it. ``

sang-froid ! Her babe was an attractive woman too, a little plumper but looked to have a nice wheel. `` I 'll see what they think. ''