I was slowly acclimating to new situation - getting used to being single in a new shoes, and having sex with some guys. We invited Hun to fare to the Tues Nox sessions ; he had a difference of opinion some weeks so he said he 'd drop in on occasion.

I could evidence I was getting used to my new life - I was getting bored. I decided to do some painting and decorating in the townhouse. It 's a nice spot, only a few class old, but pearl everywhere was n't going to cut it. I painted a match of suite, which led to some new throw carpeting, wall hangings and the like. I was getting to be a regular at the local anesthetic home nub. Then the odd thing happened, I was getting some paint mixed up when the department managing director mentioned that they were looking to hire somebody for paint and wall masking. I expressed an interest in a component part time job, and sure enough they hired me. I am not an overly social person, but I can communicate well with customer about their needs.

I took a liking to a comrade employee from Appliances, Marsha. The companionship had a vacation mixer, drinks after work, and I spent most of it talking to her. We had a very exchangeable sentiency of humor, and I found myself comfortable being clear with her. A nice sweetheart too, fifty-something, and about five-nine, almost my meridian. Marsha was what you 'd yell nicely assault - not plump, just nicely curved. Her walk was very graceful. She had lived in the area quite a while, and it turns out that her sis lives in the meadow. Marsha described her babe, and I remembered seeing her at the cafe.

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A dyad of Clarence Day later, I was just relaxing after breakfast and got to thinking about Tom 's tool. I remembered how it was average length but was decent and duncical. 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 midst organ the number 1 time, and how charge up I was. About then, I thought about having a wank, then called myself an retard and called Tom instead. I invited him over for a beverage, which he could see right through, and snickered at me. `` for certain, a drink. Yeah, I 'm in the humour too, I 'll be over in a while. ``

When Tom arrived, we did rain buckets ourselves a couple of beers, then retired to my sleeping accommodation. He asked what made me call off, and I told him I had got to thinking about his fat tool. `` Maybe in your mouth ? '' he asked.

'' Definitely. It 's been almost a week since I 've had any cock and cum. '' Tom walked up close to me and reached down for my crotch. Finding a hard chunk there, he said, `` Hmm, you are in the mood, I can severalize. '' But I stepped back a little, and reached for his swath. Tom put his hands on my articulatio humeri and rubbed up and down seductively, while I opened his smash and zip fastener. Then, I pulled down his pant and underwear together. His shaft was getting tough 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 expression at his stiffening penis.

Tom 's pubic hair's-breadth was graying, but still filled in nicely around the base of his cock. The organ itself was thick, like I said, and his psyche was distinct. I liked its form. Reaching for it with both hand, I ran my fingers up and down the shaft, which was illume brown and had very sexy veins showing on each side of meat. I wrapped my mitt around it and stroked.

Of course of action, my prick was serious and difficult too. I let go of him long enough to open my pants and pull it out. Then I took Tom 's nub in one deal, cupped his balls with the other and lowered my face until I was breathing on his pecker head. Tom said, `` Go down on me man, I want your mouth on it. '' I obliged ; I put my mouth over his head, licked his peeing slit a little, then opened wide and slid down onto his thick shaft. I loved the way it felt to accept his fat dick filling my rima oris, and when I reached ass I could feel his cock head against the back of my mouth. And my nose was buried in his crotch hair. Damn this was hot, I loved that feeling. My back talk was spread wide-eyed, which was very sexy. Nothing smell like a fat tool filling your mouth. I began to slide up and down on him, rubbing my tongue on it and humming a little.

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

I came off his prick for long adequate to say, `` estimable. I 'm looking forward to eating your load. ''

I went right back down on him and started to suck hard. I played with his testis with one hand and reached down to stroke my own shaft with the early. Tom said he was getting close and I kept up the apparent movement on his dick and my own. I was getting hot too. Then Tom started to groan and force into my mouth, three or four multiplication, then I could experience his fellow member throbbing in my mouth. The tasting of his jism hit my tongue as he called, `` Ahhhhhh '' ; he quivered and shook, and I could find about three pumps of cum hit my throat. I could n't wait any Sir Thomas More myself. I came off his cock, stood up between his leg, and he reached for my hard peter. He only had a fortune to stroke it about twice before I blew my payload out on his hand, with some of it falling down on his cock and belly. He caught what he could with his hand and brought that hand to his mouth 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 corking way to spend the day.

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I invited Marsha out to dinner. The waitress brought our swallow and took our fiat, and we relaxed and chatted. Marsh said that she liked caboodle of kinds of music and we explored that interest ; we were both big into old rockabilly. On a new topic, she asked me what was new in the business firm. `` I 'm thinking about getting some shelf parts and making a wall shelf for the breakfast corner. I do n't get room for a big table, maybe I could keep 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 think of More concern ways to spice things up. ``

I smiled back and said, `` Me too. '' Under the table I went to motivate my leg next to hers, only to rule her doing the same. We were both a little surprised to tint the other so quickly, and broke a laugh over it. Quietly, I asked, `` Are you getting unused with me ? ``

'' As a affair of fact, yes I am. '' She slowly rubbed her leg along mine and said, `` Nice leg. Very muscular. '' I could palpate her firm calf muscles and returned, `` You 're as toned as I 'd guessed. '' We savored the inter-group communication for a minute then chatted more. dinner came and, between the expert food and quick caller, we had a very nice time.

Before we were done, I realized that I had to make replete disclosure about my sex life. It was n't fair to her if she did n't realise my interests and former activities. At a lull, I said, `` Marsha, there 's something you should know before we get closer. ``

She cocked her head 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 cat at the hayfield that watch dirty movies and play with each other. ``

Huh ? In a moment, I put 2 & 2 & 2 together. She laughed then so did I. Molly must have spilled the dome to distribute chin wag, and Marsha 's sister lived in the complex. `` Oh I was cognisant of that, and wondered if you were involved. Actually, '' Marsha added, `` It sounds like fun. I have no takings with that, as long as everbody is blank. '' I felt good about being dependable with her, and I was relieved that the eve would continue with Marsha.

I drove her back to her theater, and she rested her hand on my leg the whole way. I asked her if I might arrive in ; she squeezed my thigh and said, `` I was hoping you 'd ask. ``

Marsha lived in an elderly 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 long, irksome kiss. She pressed her titty against me, and I liked what I felt. I was well on my way to having a very stiff cock. We kissed a arcminute, then she broke the buss and took my deal again, showing me up the stairs. Following her upstairs was marvelous, between her graceful movement and her swaying buttocks. At her bedroom, the next kiss was n't slowly and supply ship ; our passion catch up with us and we kissed firmly and sexy. My handwriting went around her back and hers found my ass. I slid one manus around and took hold of her dumbbell, and holy shit, was she firm and warm.

She pushed me down on the bed and laid me on my backrest. Without hesitating, she reached for my belt and opened it, then my zipper. When she reached in my underclothing, she smiled at me and said, `` My goodness, what a nice surd stopcock for me to play with. Mmmm, it 's been a while. '' Pulling my stopcock out of my underclothes, she added, `` I think I need to suck on this, like right now. '' She reached for my pants waist and I lifted my derriere so she could pull down my pants. `` My God that 's a squeamish dick. '' She leaned down and kissed my head, then started licking up and down - but not for long. Next matter I felt was her wet mouth on my prick head, and slowly moving down on my shaft. This girl was in force at it ; she slid on and off, stopping to lactate now and then. She could get most of my seven inches into her mouth, and I could n't serve but throb in there.

This went on for some time, then I got very concerned in putting my face in her crotch. I gently took hold 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 rack was exquisite ; so firm and beat. I dove in and started licking her mammilla while I massaged the early girl. She just moaned and put her manus behind my head. Eventually my urge to eat her pussy overcame the fun I was having with her mammilla. I took off the balance of her clothes 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 George H.W. Bush - all grayish no less ! She said, `` Are you just going to appear ? I really need you to eat my pussy. ``

'' Your pussycat is beautiful, and I have every intent of… '' Could n't polish off 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 backtalk 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 glossa went to solve then, up and down her twat and occasionally touching her clit. `` Oh god oh god, yes… '' I worked harder and spent more time on her clitoris ; she started to sway her hips up, and I put my mouthpiece all around her love button. I licked her, slowly gaining intensity, as she rocked her rose hip and moaned, louder and louder, then I went hard after her clit. She cried, `` Ahhhhh '' and humped hard against my brass, as her orgasm overtook her. I let off her and lifted my head as she convulsed up and down.

As she came to stay, I moved up and put my cock header against her slit lips. Marsha grabbed my hip and pulled, urging me to enter her. She was very wet, and I just slowly slew into her until I was mostly buried. One or two quick motions to ensure her wetness was spread all over my stopcock, and I went all the way in. Marsha approved ; I could palpate her pussy squeezing my cock. 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, `` Fuck me, Pete. I need a good nooky from a big hard man. Pump me until I cum again and fill me up with your cum. ``

I began to move in and out of her, moving around until she squeaked her favorable reception at one spot. I pumped in earnest, getting faster. Putting my sassing to hers, I put my natural language in and she passionately returned my osculation. Our lips locked as I started to pump her harder and harder, and felt her fond firm tits on my bureau. Both of us moaned in unison as I stabbed her kitty, then I felt my orgasm hit and I buried my peter in her cunt, and injection my come into her. She screamed and humped against me as her second sexual climax overtook her.

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

'' men and oral fissure. We do n't do anal. ``

Marsha thought about that, then asked, `` I 've had lesbian experiences, and I think it 's sexy when guys suck each other. Do you suppose they 'd take care having an audience ? ``

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

'' That could be arranged. And I 'm for sure my sister Anna would want in on it. ``

cool ! Her baby was an attractive woman too, a minuscule plumper but looked to possess a nice single-foot. `` I 'll see what they think. ''