Do you think I could? Yours?". That line turned me on so much.With my throbbing cock in hand I stood and walked towards her, as she took a sit on the ...ouch. She grabbed it with both hands and she kissed the head, followed by a lick from the base of my shaft upwards. "Mmmmm.. Can I put it in my mouth?" she asked, opening her lips with her tongue rolled out like a carpet. "Yea you should, but no teeth", I answered. She nodded and cautiously pillowed my cock on her tongue.. eyes shut, slowly. He tasted of cigarettes but I love snogging and wanking strange men. I after squeezing his hardening cock, at the same time snogging his wiling mouth, I reached inside his fly and under his wasteband and held his hot, rock hard cock in my hand. He gasped in pleasure. Hmmm I said as we kissed harder.He was smallish but rock hard!We were interupted by the sound of the man, apparently on his own business, getting out of his car. We stopped. We bent our hard-ons back in our pants. We stood amd. He continued, since I don't show many masculine traits, I will benefit insubtle ways, especially as I age. He warned that if I don't take controlof my testosterone levels and take an incomplete or sporadic approach tomy therapy, I will likely show a more coarsening in features as I age.He explained that the progestin may have the potential to promote breastdevelopment.He finished up by telling me that I need to come in a week for anotherblood test or sooner if I feel any adverse side effects.. “Go on Barry. Don’t stop for me me. Keep fucking her. Slam into her”. All that Monica was wearing now were a skimpy black bra and even skimpier matching briefs. Despite Barry and Helen being busy with each other they both slowed to a stop and looked at Monica. “No need to stop for me,” Monica said with a smile, knowing full well she was now the centre of attention. “Shall I keep going?” she asked knowing full well what the answer would be. Helen spoke first. “Show us your body.”Monica needed.