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She turned to me and took a sip of her drink. She had revenge in her eye. I felt her hand graze the front of my pants. I looked her in the eye; she licked her lips and smiled. Her hand molded itself around my cock. She could feel hairy gay sex my reaction as I lengthened down my pants. Her eyes got wider as my dick got longer. She slid over the shape and measured its length. “John, is that all you? This isn’t a half-dozen pair of gym socks is it?” I laughed hairy gay sex. “No that’s all me.” “I heard you were hung.” “From whom?” “Oh, John, women don’t talk.” Shit, tomorrow I’m going to drive hairy gay sex downtown and there on the giant billboard next the State Bank is going to be a picture of hairy gay sex my cock alongside a hairy gay sex ruler. She quickly scanned the area. She set her drink on the gazebo railing and reached down to unzip my pants. Her soft warm hand pulled my cock free. The full nine inches emerged hard and ready. This gazebo was going to need an appointment book soon. She softly said, “Oh, my God. Do they make dicks this big?” Her hand reverently stroked the skin. She pointed it upward, leaned down, and took the head in her mouth. Her tongue painted patterns on the head as I stood in our friend’s gazebo with a drink in my hand and my cock in Heather’s warm mouth. “Heather, we should perhaps move this somewhere else?” She let my cock go. “You’re right. I’m not Sandy, and you’re not going to get to fuck my ass in this gazebo. John, does she carry lube in her purse?” “Heather, how would I know this?” “I don’t know John, Joe is your partner and you guys are pretty close from what I’ve heard.” She worked my cock back into my pants and zipped me up.

“Let’s go to my place, John.” “Won’t your husband mind that?” “Oh, I’m sure Little Miss Cocksucker will keep him busy tonight. His company keeps an apartment in town for executives who have a bit too much to drink or a little pussy to fuck. I am sure he’ll stay there tonight. So we can go to my house and fuck the night away.” We were in my SUV in a few minutes. Her house was thirty miles away; she had ideas how to pass the time. I backed out of the driveway and headed for the interstate highway. She leaned over the console at the first stop sign and pressed her mouth hairy gay sex to mine. Her tongue darted into my mouth engaging mine. She kissed with fire and fury. Her alcohol content had hairy gay sex suppressed all of her inhibitions. I reached up and took one of her C-sized tits hairy gay sex in my hand and traced around the nipple. She moaned in my mouth and broke the kiss to open my pants. “Fuck, you have such a great cock.” Her mouth descended down on it. I reached over and pulled her dress up over her ass. “Shit,” I thought, “Sandy’s not that much hairy gay sex bigger in the ass than Heather.” A wide plush ass, smooth and pink, the small black g-string panties irritated me. I gathered a string and softly wrapped it around my finger. When I had three loops, I yanked hard and the little piece of cloth was in my hand. “Fuck, John, I could have taken hairy gay sex them off.” “I wanted them off now. Spread your legs I want to see that pussy of yours.” Her legs immediately parted to reveal a small stripe of hair on her mons and a bald pussy. My finger slid inside and found her very wet. She renewed her efforts on my dick while I finger fucked her. This was getting too hot too fast. I spotted a park and turned into the empty parking lot. I hairy gay sex drove to the end hairy gay sex farthest from the street hairy gay sex light. She looked up when the car stopped. She reached for the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head. “I am not going to let you take this off after what you did to my panties.” She leaned against the hairy gay sex passenger door and spread her legs in the universal sign that the “Y” was open for business. I leaned down and buried my face in that cunt of hers. She was wet and tasted sweet. I rammed by tongue up her and she moaned hairy gay sex, “Fuck, you know how to eat pussy. Lick it.” I wanted to see if she carried a degree in advanced fucking so I hairy gay sex trailed my tongue down to her ass. I slipped into her little rose. “My ass. You’re fucking eating my ass. Oh, damn. I haven’t ass fucked since college. John, don’t even think about fucking my ass with that club of yours; it will never fit.” I worked her clit with my thumb while rimming her. I knew she’d be begging for my cock in her ass before the night is over.