...dont tell...and.....dont..yell'.she knew what I was driving at and agreed with a very nervouse nod.I took her shirt ofand quickly worked on her jea...s. I told her to get on her knees then proceded to sit in the couch. Without my saying so she put my half errect dick in her mouthin 5 seconds I was hard as Iron.She wraped her lips around my dick and started sucking me off. She sucked and sucked then sucked harded and harded she made a slupping sound when she brought her head up.Which made me. "Well Reg, if you are going to move in, you may as well pack a bag and come on over. We'll sort out the clothes later and you really should change your contact number. I think it would be best for you to have a second line installed."Reggie just held me tighter than I thought a person could as she was breathing "Thank you" in my ear."That would be best I think," she replied, "let's get through the meal and then we'll go home and I'll take enough to last a couple of days."Get through the meal? I. He stopped to take a nipple into his mouth.I opened my eyes when his face was over me, shining with my juices. "Sorry? That was amazing Deb."I kissed him, giggling inside, and pushed my lips hard against his. He pressed too, opening his mouth, dancing his tongue against mine. His hand miraculously at my breast pinching and rolling my nipple in a way that sent sparks to my cunt.I felt his cock, a free-swinging pole, graze my inner thigh before bumping against my skin beneath my opening, missing. Little thing called brain-cancer. Not long now...I was prepared to find the Chalmers Street launderette bulldozed into something new and unrecognisable, but it was still there, and the same old facade in yellow-grey London brick carried great emotional force.For this was where it had all started when I was a sulky sixteen, quarrelling with my father every weekend, and allowed to sit in that warm, steamy launderette, if I would help the manageress to tidy-up at closing. God knows she wasn't a.