He said, “After you had left the shower, I had almost finished up when I heard somebody. I thought that it was you coming back in, but when I turned...around it was Luke. He had one hand on his hard cock and a bottle of lube in the other hand. All he said was that he was sent in here to fuck me. I had a pretty good idea who had sent him. At that point, I wasn’t really sure if I could go through with it or not.”“Luke told me how much he admired and appreciated me. He said that he was going to do. With a pensive glance towards the kitchen window where his gran's attention was on the stove, he plucked them from the line and scuttled back to the shed, furtively clutching his prize. Without waiting to reconsider, Jimmy spread a sheet of newspaper across the table, unzipped his jeans and pulled out his cock, carefully wrapping the shaft in damp silk but leaving the head free to avoid staining the delicate fabric."God, yes," he sighed in relief, stroking hard and fast to bring himself quickly. I was really happy with my job and the potential it held. I told her about the project and what we were trying to accomplish."I'm happy for you, Ian. You look so handsome. You smile so easily. Do you have a girlfriend?" Nope. No time recently. I've had a couple, but nothing that I thought was likely to be permanent. How about you?"She shook her head sadly. "I was married briefly," she said quietly. "It was a mistake. We were too young and too immature. He was a nice guy, but not very stable. We. We salivate, make wet noises, moan. Chel spits on the stick, like in the movies she sees, wank me with taste, with skill.Irene and I split up because of the lack of air.- Can I, Mom? I mean... Irene?- What's... Chel?The girl laughs, her eyes glow in a dirty way.- So... Julius I want to eat fondue with his 'spit', can I?I don't understand.She picks up a g****, chocolate covers, blows and goes with it to my dick, pulls over, I react to the heat, but she keeps passing the fruit all over the limb.