"Maybe I can help distract you."He chuckled. "Bet you can."I nodded, watching the meat change color.Mike put a hand on my shoulder. "You okay, Lynne?"...He licked his lips. "It's not this, is it? Us, I mean?" No!" I was so startled I forgot to watch the meat, and almost let it scorch. Was Mike a little less secure about our holiday arrangement than he'd been letting on? Hastily, I herded the chicken up the sides of the pan and poured the sauce into the center. "It's nothing to do with you! You're. ” Riley shook her warm hand and retreated to the lounge sofa to sit down. “Yeah, it’s rather hard to describe, but…” he began. “I can guess what the problem is,” she interrupted, for which Riley was almost thankful. “Your girlfriend likes oral sex from you but your tongue cannot last as long as she needs for complete satisfaction, am I right?” Riley blinked and answered meekly, “Yes, ma’am.” “Let me put your mind as ease, Mr. Davenport,” she said, moving to sit behind her desk. “We have a. Afterfew minutes she came and told sorry because she was not there, She told me that her uncle is notkeeping well, and her mother is going hospital to meet him and to give medicinewhich she has brought. After few minutes her mother went. We were alone in herhouse. She asked me to teach Hindi, I told her that lets talk today, and I willteach you some other day, which she agreed.After some casual talking, Istarted staring her, which she came to know and asked me that what I amlooking, I told her. My cock was making a pretty good tent of the front of my pants at this point, and she did notice it, with a smile on her face . . . as she reached out and briefly touched my hidden shaft with her fingertips. I moved it down to the beginning of her slit and slowly moved it up and down, getting deeper and deeper between her legs each time. She finally opened her legs a little, and I pressed my body up against her knees, making her open them farther and farther as I stepped up closer..