“Hell no.” I reply, barely. My hand continues down to the waistband of his basketball shorts where I stop and look into his eyes. Fierce desire an... lust flame through those bright eyes. This is going to be good. I slip my fingers into his shorts and see him swallow hard as my hand closes around his hardening cock. “Are you nervous yet?” I smile innocently at him. “Fuck this.” He replies and turns me so that I am jammed up against the door. His lips crush to mine and I am breathing really. Huh? Dylan was naked from the waist down.“Dylan, you’re not wearing any pants.”“Nope, and I’m not going to be wearing any tomorrow or the next day, either. So…”I looked at my wife over Dylan’s shoulder. “Whoa, you win. As birthday presents go, having a half-naked coed wandering around our…”My wife held up her hand and was biting her lip to fight back her laugh, “Hold on genius, you didn’t let Dylan finish.”I looked back down at Dylan, she was smiling up at me as she waited patiently. “I was. More

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