"Anything," he moaned, "just get on with it!"I finished unzipping his trousers and pulled down his boxer shorts. My,but he was well endowed! I'd never...handled another man's cock before but,of course, I had masturbated myself endlessly in my teens, so I knew howto pleasure him. Holding his balls in one hand and his cock in the otherI swiftly brought Alec to climax and he spurted copiously into my palm.As he lay gasping in the throws of a post-ejaculation high, I hurried tothe bathroom to clean. Her heart began to race. She felt her breasts tighten and her nipples harden as his hands slipped along her upper arms, sliding the coat off them.The room they entered at the far end of the hallway was lined with crowded wooden book shelves on two sides; a large Vermeer print hung on another, while most of the remaining wall was taken up with a large window through which she could see a small walled garden in the centre of which stood a silver birch tree. The glass in the window was tinted and. She said that it was a fantasy but that nothing would happen. When she left home at 2pm I told her she didn’t have to come home if she pulled but to let me know. I got a phone call at 7pm. She told me that she was staying for dinner with him but would be back later. She said he was nice bit nothing was going to happen (it turned out later that he had already fucked her). At 9.30pm I got a text ‘Staying here tonight. Will tell you all about it tomorrow. It’s true what they say! XX’She turned up. We stepped out, and headed for the house, and as per usual, Mack opened the door for me. I, still being in a somewhat sour mood didn’t even recognize he was there. I sat on the cushy couch, while Mack policed the house for people. I knew what he was going for, but I didn’t make a note of it. He entered the room and sat on the couch next to me, staring at the blank television screen. After a few minutes, he turned to me and said, “Come on, I’ll make you feel better.” He stood, offering his hand..