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They both continued to put on an amazing show
Quickly removing their clothes right in the middle of the kitchen these two healthy specimens of humanity could have been professional porn stars.
They certainly didnt seem to mind having a middle age voyeur in the room. In fact I think they enjoyed sharing the experience.
Tamara Jordan, the same woman who was in last weeks paper being praised for her community work and charity fund raising was now totally naked; her tennis whites were crumpled in a ball on the kitchen floor. This is not the picture she has on her real estate billboards!
On her knees in front of the young sexy Starbucks barista, the naked hourglass figure and shapely legs of the million dollar real estate agent looked amazing. There was nothing left to the imagination. In fact it was better than my imagination!
Due to her healthy active lifestyle at the tennis courts (and with the help of some plastic surgery) this petite vixen looked almost unreal. Like a miniature Barbie doll with manicured fingers and toes and beautiful auburn red hair she looked so sexy on her knees at eye level with Juans huge Latino manhood.
Her butt was firm, her legs shapely, her quaffed hair was shiny and healthy looking
the only flaw I could see was a four inch vertical scar in the middle of her back. It looked like the result of some long forgotten surgery on her spine.
Tamaras round white breasts were perfect on her tiny frame
she had the best rack in the city no question; milky white tits with a pair of tightly puckered dark brown areolas. Her nipples looked like something from a Japanese anime cartoon
they were the size of pencil erasers and stood out firm and inviting. I wondered if they too were the result of constructive surgery
I wondered if her cosmetic surgery would be considered a business expense.
Juans impressive love muscle was standing at its full height. The circumcised head reached just past his navel. I had never seen anything that big before. Now I understood what Tamara meant in the washroom stall at Starbucks when she said youre twice as big as my husband.
Standing naked in the kitchen, his heavy brown balls hung below Tamaras silicon enhanced breasts while the billiard-ball size head of his penis pushed up through her tits and bumped against her chin.
Slobbering and licking and sucking, Tamaras tits and Juans manhood glistened with a combination of Tamaras spit and Juans pre-cum. They knew I was watching, but seemed totally self-absorbed at the same time. This was intense. It was an amazing performance.
These two were obviously proud of their bodies and liked to perform for an audience. I wished I had brought my iphone or something to record this amazing demonstration of pure lust between two healthy and beautiful looking people.
Looking at Tamaras scar on her back, my thoughts suddenly turned to her husband, Doctor Jordan the chiropractor. What if he showed up? A young bronze horse hung Starbucks barista having his pendulum balls and towering dick serviced in the kitchen by Mrs. Jordan while a middle age horny neighbor watched.
Tamaras husband is supposed to be at a convention in Chicago but if he walked in right now
this could be game over for all of us. He would probably shoot all three of us right on the spot. But boy would we die happy.
Continuing to hold my throbbing seven inches in one hand, I took a swig of the single malt scotch. Enjoy the moment I thought to myself
it might be your last.
Juans long fingers and strong hands stroked Tamaras hair. Brushing the long tangle of auburn hair away from her face, he pulled her tighter toward his body. His flat muscular abdomen pressed against Tamaras face as she continued to work his massive cock.
His pectoral muscles and shoulders were not overly developed, but nicely defined. You could tell he worked out and took care of his young 20 something body. Like a sleek panther, the muscles of his shoulders and torso ripple and move with the rhythm of the sexy kitten on her knees working his manhood.
His smooth light brown skin made for a beautiful contrast against the colour of Mrs. Jordans delicate white shoulders thick shiny hair and painted nails.
I noticed Juans bare muscular feet were gripping the floor as Tamaras manicured hands moved from squeezing her tits around his towering bronze penis to pressing against his strong brown thighs for balance and support. Tamaras dainty white feet curled under her shapely legs as she kneeled in front of this beautiful golden coffee coloured specimen of manhood.
Her athletic tight buttocks swayed and moved up and down on the heels of her beautifully pedicured feet; her painted toes pushed on the tile floor as she rocked back and forth giving her whole body over to the most amazing blow-job Id ever seen.
Tamaras head bobbing up and down the shaft of this circumcised Latino.
Like a baseball bat, Juan grabbed his impressive thick hose and playfully slapped Tamaras face back and forth. The wet flesh of his blood engorged cock made slapping noises as it hit her cheeks.
Tamara seemed to enjoy the playful beating from such a massive hose. The claws of her manicured nails dug into his thigh muscles for support.
With the momentum of the playful back and forth swinging of this dick, a slight ribbon of pre-cum streamed out of the slit at the end of Juans hose and tangled in Tamaras hair.
He was enjoying having this well to do society woman on her knees worshipping his massive cock. And she was obviously enjoying making this young Latinos manhood horny and hard; engorged to its full impressive size. His balls were big and full too. Tamara was going to milk those big balls with her skillful fingers and tongue. She was going to enjoy the salty taste of his man-milk.
With her lush red painted lips Tamara once again engulfed the slick head of Juans dick. Occasionally gagging, this dainty little-miss-goody-two-shoe from the real estate photos and charity event newspaper articles was acting like a woman possessed; determined to get the Latino rocket to launch in her kitchen.
I couldnt stand it any longer; I once again started beating my meat. I wanted to reach out and touch Tamara but wasnt sure. Was I only invited to watch? Was I invited to participate? Ive never been in this situation
I didnt know if there was a rule book. Do I ask or just jump in?
Fuck youre to analytical
just go for it! I thought to myself.
Then suddenly almost like he read my mind Juan made eye contact with me
he looked down at my dick which was not much more than half his manhood. He smiled and slightly cocked his head signaling me to approach.