It was intoxicating cocktail (so to speak), and it got me moaning as much as he was.I think my directness a moment before had emboldened him to be mor... vocal, his breathing ragged but delivering dirty talk almost nonstop. He was always a chatty guy, and though I would later learn that chatty people sometimes went mute in the sack, for Matt the talk didn't stop when he started having sex. “Fuck that feels good. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking God” he hissed. Now I was moving my mouth up. The movie is getting a bit slow... not so much you want to stop watching all together, but enough to make you a bit restless.I start my hands gently running my fingers along your stomach and lower chest - avoiding your "fun bits" for now. Light pressure with the fingers, but not quite enough to tickle... then I kiss you on the back of the head, maybe a few minutes later one on the exposed portion of your neck, not letting my hands wander very far up or down. I'd nibble on your ear, gently,. . with Ms Blackwood as your keeper of course.' His cock ached to come as Miriam moved away and he watched her sit in the leather sofa and light another cigarette, her eyes burning with contempt as she crossed her glorious thighs, Thelma walking slowly around him and flexing the cane that had already reduced him to tearful defeat. Her generous arse moved majestically in the tight leather skirt as she savoured teasing him visually before punishment; she wanted him to remember her performance when. ."Mandy butted in telling Stan that her father had died of cancer when she was 12 and they only had her mother to deal with.Before Bob or Mandy could say anything else, looking shocked, Stan gasped and said, "Oh ... My ... God!"Wait just a minute."Mandy is your name, Amanda Collins?"When she answered "Yes." Stan said "Oh My God!" again and got up saying, "Hold on a second ... I'll be right back!"Mandy and Bob looked at each other, not knowing how Stan had known her name or what had just.