You take it into one of your hands and start to gently rub him up and down and he legs out a deep moan, “Oh God that feels so good”. You smile, kn...wing that he hasn’t experienced anything yet and with that you stand up, spin him around and push him so that he’s now sitting on the bed. You push his legs apart and get to your knees in front of him. You hold his cock, still squeezing and rubbing it, enjoying the look on his face and marveling at his girth, then you bring your tongue to the base of. ‘I think I’m too drunk to fasten the buttons,’ I apologetically explained when she looked at me. Jenny sighed and then leaned over and pulled on the vest until it was straight enough that she had a prayer of buttoning it. The most obvious result of this was that my nipples hardened, eager for her attention. ‘You can touch them, if you like,’ I offered. ‘I do not,’ she snapped shortly, roughly tugging on the vest so she could fasten just enough buttons to be decent. She managed to do it without. She looked at me, hesitant, not daring to hope, and I looked back, reassuringly. At last she started to believe that part of her life was behind her.Then it was her turn to apologise, and once more she called herself worthless. I was going to cut that out, whatever it took. My threat to slap her made her laugh, and took her out of her mood. I let her gather herself, held her hand, and we walked back together.Before we arrived back at school, I swore to her on my name their cousins would be duly. It was the office of a working man that didn't have a lot of time for fluff.Élan Dahl was a tall man, six-foot four, but couldn't weigh more than a hundred-eighty pounds. Despite being so thin, Élan appeared to be the picture of a fifty-one year old male in robust health. His thinning blonde hair was the only indication of his advancing years. There was an aura of quiet intensity about the man that wouldn't suffer fools lightly."I must say, this administration has sent emissaries to my door.