Then, almost as one movement, I feel the button on my pants open. And the zipper being open. As Leigh slides her hand inside my pants, and grabbing my...now rock hard cock. I moan a little more. She whispers in my ear once more: "Doesn't that feel better?" My words choke as they come out. "Uh huh." I say. Her warm hand slides up and down my shaft gently. Feeling every inch with her warm fingers. Reaching the bottom of my pole, she cups my balls and gives them a firm, yet gentle, squeeze.. “Have you?” I asked, I was shocked by his answer, so confident and sure. “Of course” he said. “Believe it or not, it’s even better to give a blowjob than it is to get one.” “Why do you think both guys and girls love doing it so much.” I was curious and hooked, “Really!?!””Oh yeah” “Here, try it.” He stood right in front of me and lowered his pants. I gasped and my eyes widened, I stared at his huge looking, hanging dick. He cock was so much bigger than mine and hairier. “Go on, try it.”I wasn’t. It’s not long before I’m begging to come, which he allows. He loves how tight I feel around him, even his fingers. I can see how hard he is, a tiny bead of pre-cum glistens from the tip of his cock. We both need and want it, moving to get right behind me, he slides in. We both groan out, shaking with lust. Even though it has only been four months, it feels like forever. He just feels so right inside me. Slowly we begin, working every inch of his cock inside me. I lean back into him, he pushes. " She busied herself flipping through the catalog. "Tell me about Asia," she invited."Good. I've got mushrooms and wine, I'll make that German Hunter's Chicken with Spätzle, okay? You get some wine going."Lenore nodded, pulling the old clunky fridge open, and found the wine the Gunny had put in before he'd left. Balancing the catalog on the counter next to the toaster, she pulled the cork while reading up on three-inch face weatherproof fuel gauge indicators.Behind her, the Gunny chopped.