He was looking down at me, looking almost like he was in pain. I slid down a little, laid my head on his chest, and rested, bathing in the afterglow. “John wanted privacy”. When we parted I laid my head back on his chest. I squirmed a little, and spread my legs to provide room for his hand. Tom looked at his watch. I could just make out the tip of his cock in the darkness there. “But I’ve never gotten the feeling he’s into men at all”. I set the lemonade next to him and tossed the towels onto a lounge chair. Tom groaned, said, “Only if you want me to cum in an instant”! I looked back over my right shoulder and asked, “Would you mind making sure to get lotion under the edges”? I reached down with my right hand and guided his cock to my wet opening. I said, “It’s actually eight feet”. Tom slammed into me hard for maybe another 30 seconds before grinding his crotch against my cunt and holding there he groaned out, “Oh Fuck, Stephie.” !!! I waved back. I hesitated, then said, “Yes, but to be honest, as much as I enjoyed this, it’s probably a not going to happen again”.
