When Carl's hard cock sprang out of his pants as he lowered them, Pat gasped at the sight. Although she'd seen it several times before, the size and motion of the shaft started her heart pounding. Carl stepped out of his pants and stood naked at her feet. He helped her pull the wad of skirt, undies and panty hose from her feet, and she was equally nude.

Pat held her arms out toward Carl and he dropped himself down beside her on the bed. As they embraced, his cock pressed against her side. It was always a thrill to feel a naked body pressing against her, and Pat's cunt began drooling even more copiously. They pressed their mouths together again and tasted each other's saliva.

Carl's hands were moving over her firm tits, and Pat's hands slid over the hard surface of his muscular body. As her fingers neared his prick, where it was sandwiched between them, he rolled over enough to let his cock stand free and clear. Pat's fingers closed in on the swollen pole. Like a kid climbing a tree, Pat's fingers climbed Carl's jerking prick. Over the veiny shaft to the bloated head, her fingers caressed their way up the giant dong. She squeezed the blood from the prick-nob and felt it fill again as she released her tight grip. It. wasn't easy for her to resist telling him to shove his cock up her right away, but she knew it would be worthwhile to wait. When she was nearly crazy with desire, that cock would have its ultimate effect.

Carl moved down her body so his face was at her tits, where he took over the task of tit-play with his lips and tongue. He moved his hand down the silky surface of her flat belly until he felt the carpet of twisted and intertwined hairs. Continuing down between her legs his fingers covered the gash that was open and running with hat syrup.