’ Eva, my German friend was referring to tennis and she pronounced it ‘ectiffity’ with her beautiful accent. ‘Every time you hit the ball, it ...s Fran you are hitting, no?’ Fran was my former lover; very former. We, Eva and I were sitting on the verandah of the old, Victorian pavilion of our local tennis club, sipping a cooling beer. ‘You may be right. I think, though, I am over it now. “It” was the unpleasant end to what had seemed a perfect relationship. Nothing, of course, is perfect. I’d. " Pardon me?" Juices." He leaned back and puffed, he was loving this, feeling superior."'My hot juices were running down my leg.' 'He lapped up every drop of my pussy juices.' 'I could feel my warm juices....'" Right, okay, I get it." I mean who talks like that, for Christ's sake? Nobody, that's who." He punctuated with the long cigar. "It's pure smut-writer bullshit and I want you to change it." Change it? I'm sorry, I...." My lips kept moving but no sound was coming out.I'm a we'll-spoken,. I opened the passenger door of my Santro and she sat down. Because the seat was so low, her already short skirt slid up showing me her beautiful long legs and just a glimpse of her silk covered crotch. I went around and slid into the driver’s seat. I fired the engine and took another look at my passenger. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “I really appreciate you taking me home,” she said. “I live on Langford Road, just off Richmond road.”“I’m glad to do it but I have to ask you. I was so fucking hard, my cock must have grown another inch in length and thickness. It looked so huge going in and out of Megan's sweet little mouth. She pulled off and coaxed Ian to try it. He started licking my cock, not sure what to expect, then he started sucking my cock and Megan pushed his head so hard that I was in his throat. He started to gag but I didn't care at this point. Megan kept his head all the way down my cock, I could feel the spasm's in his throat. I pulled out a.