I leanedback against the toilet and enjoyed, my hands stroking herhair and the back of her head. It didn't take long. "Oh, Julie, I'm going to come...you're making me come!" Julie smiled, then set her lips in apout and placed them at the end of my cock, while her handjerked rapidly up and down on my member. "Julie, do you wantto taste my come?" I couldn't believe it. My answer was along, throaty sigh from my sister, whose full lips remainedplanted on my throbbing cockhead. That was all I need,. His cock was still soft and somewhere between four and five inches long and nice and fat, with foreskin covering most of the head. Some people are crazy for foreskin, and some like a clean-cut cock. As for me, I like a cock almost anyway it comes. Some cocks are prettier than others, some are bigger and some are fatter. Give me a good-sized well-formed cock on a guy who knows how to use it and I’m happy. I scooted down so I was looking his cock ‘in the eye’, so to speak, and began to kiss and. ”There was another brief pause before some anonymous male comedian in the crowd piped up with...“I wouldn’t mind squeezing in an urgent booking with an office assistant like that!”There was another brief pause before everyone heard a quick slap followed by, “OWWW! What did you hit me like that for, Marleen?”The choirmaster stepped in at that point and said, “Come on, team. Settle down. Let Mr Barefoot finish. We have a lot to do and we need you all to focus so we can get on with things.. Why did the audience find that funny? What did it even mean?So another game show, then a sit-com, a police series and the news. Notmuch better on the other two channels.But at least they had a choice. Most nights it was mam who decreed what thefamily watched. Perhaps there was something to be said for Tupperwareparties after all.Ellie tosses the newspaper aside. She spends a few moments filing hernails, her mind flitting forward to what shade she's going to paint them inthe morning. Nothing too.