Thank you.’ ‘Goodo.’ He was dressed very differently from when we had first met, in a pub, trying to find somewhere quiet to talk. Then, he was ...mart/casual, but looked gorgeous in a well-tailored tee-shirt and a lovely jacket. His hair was waxed back, salt and pepper to be sure, but beautifully styled. I regretted that I had turned up in a summer floral dress. He looked like Cary Grant and I looked like the unreformed Eliza Doolittle. The conversation was stilted at first… ‘Do you like fish?’. I touched the head gently, now it was my turn to moan. This was the first time in my life I had touched another man's cock. My heart was pounding, good lord, I was fucking loving this.As I touched his head, he began to slide his shorts down. "No, please can I do it? I asked."Yes".My hands on either sides of his hips, I slid his shorts down to his knees, dropping to my knees in front of him, as I did. His cock popped up, nice and firm, pointing right at my mouth. I took his hand, and not being. “Oh God, your mouth feels so fucking good. Take it deeper, Candy. Come on darling.” I was cupping and massaging his warm balls and then I slowly started to suck at his enormous cock. I could only get half of it down my throat. I sucked, slurped, and gagged on his monster pole. My stepfather was pulling at my erect nipples. My pussy was so wet, while I sucked his cock. I was playing with his balls and working my mouth up and down his very big cock. “I want to sit on your bed and have you ride. A friend once told me that her favorite way to masturbate was to lie on her stomach and allow the weight of her body to pleasure her clit, and sure enough my sweet vision began to grind her hips lightly back and forth on her hand. I listened hard, wanting to hear her breath quicken and perhaps a moan escape, but she was very quiet. Nor could I see her face, now face down on the bed pillow so I could not enjoy her mask of pleasure. Occasionally she would raise her hips to where I could see her.