“You’re thinking about this past weekend.” She nodded. “I am. What’s incredible is that after all that happened, it still aroused me.” “...ou’re aroused.” “Yes,” she whispered. “Thinking about joining the mile-high club?” She looked into his eyes. “You know I’d do anything for you and with you. It’s just that it’s so cramped in there.” “I was kidding,” he admitted. She eased her other hand atop his and stroked it. “I just want you to know how much I love you.” “I know that, sweetheart.” “And how. To my surprise, he winced and grimaced! I was quite offended! I’d just been very nice to him and this is how he thanked me!My wife had seen this too and I saw her smile, it had obviously given her an idea.As I stood waiting for further instructions, my faggot friend, cock hanging limply was forced to his knees and without a word, his open mouth was pressed against my balls which were held uncomfortably in sheer, black nylon.“Lick his cock” she said”he deserves it”I felt him kissing my shaved. " "Give us a few minutes there, Sean," Máire smiled. "We'll be ready to go just as soon as we're dressed." I thought the poor boy was going to ruin his shorts. I know he was hoping this would be a "stay in" type of date. Máire and I got dressed. Well, if you call tossing on a pair of skin tight jeans and a t-shirt with nothing underneath getting dressed. Sean's eyes lit back up as we both descended the stairs. He hugged and kissed each of us on the cheek. I noticed Máire give the buldge in his. “Of course you must live together if that’s what you want, Mum,” said Crystal. “He’s a lot better than your last boyfriend. Not that he was bad exactly, but John is a better proposition altogether. That’s what you need at the moment.”There was a muffled response from the other end of the line, presumably still about John.I never met John Dimple, whatever impression you get from Polly Tarantella’s account, not then and not since. Perhaps he arrived too soon in Marianne’s life to feature in the.