Just like the other times I’d come by, Mr C was in his boxers and a t-shirt, so everything seemed pretty normal. Anal sex He smiled and said, “Hey, Donna…c’mon in”, as he stepped aside so I could enter. The weird thing was that Mr. He said, “I was hoping you’d come over early again….last time was amazing. C…what’s this all about?”
I glanced down at his crotch, and noticed that his prick was hanging out of the slit in the front of his boxers. C while we waited for Nate to get home. Feeling his cock against my ass and his fingers pressing my boobs, I smiled to myself and took my shot….and made it. He caught me checking out his bulge and, when our eyes met, he nodded slightly and flashed another grin at me….this one seemed to be more conspiratorial than sheepish. As he bent over to rack the pool balls, I noticed that a tent was developing in his boxer shorts.
