Couldn't that be accomplished just as wellwith a lot of foreplay, or even a handjob? (Yeah, I knew about thosetoo.)But after I began having sex, it b...came obvious, at least to me, thatBJs had their place. They were: a quick and easy way to quiet a guy downif you didn't want to have sex with him; the best indication that youwanted more; the best option at the moment; and/or, a delay tactic untilthe time was better for real sex.So life moved on, relationships came (sic!) and went throughout. I positioned my butt right over his cock, and reached between my legs and fumbled around for his cock, my legs began to shake. My left hand quickly reached out and grabbed hold of the seat back in front of us to steady me, while my right hand found him, stiff and a little wet on his tip, with pre-cum.I wanted his manhood in my mouth, oh I shuddered. My cunt tightened, I could barely get my hand around the base of his cock. My cunt demanded that I spread my legs even wider and open myself up for. Anyway we continued to chat and I mentioned what a fine big house this was and they agreed and said did I want a guided tour, I thought why not and so they escorted me around the place and we finally ended up in a room at the other side of the place from where the party was going on. We had taken our drinks with us and by this time our glasses were empty, one of the guys Tony said he would go for refills while the other one Paul showed me the room.I had noticed throughout that one or other of. "Would you like me to remove the cows and hay first? That'll be extra, y'know." the clerk shot back sarcastically. "No, as long as they pay their share of the bill." Marc joked back, smiling, "Sorry, I was just hoping for a hot-tub or something to soak away the road aches." "Actually, we have a couple rooms like that. You're not the first tourist, y'know. Would you like one of 'em?" The clerk said back, smiling a little now. "You bet!" "Good! Room 107. Thirty five dollars a night, up front, no.