I can’t help getting hot, but I really don’t intend to let him in me, cause that would kill me. All I need to do is connect the two rings and I’... outta here. Taking the rest of the jelly, I smear a big glop on his sheathed member, sticking my hand down in his sheath and into him in order to lube up as much of him as I can. He gets a little excited again, this time huffing at me, so I wait until his penis retracts back fully into his sheath. I then pull the end table underneath him. I notice. They were guarded and somewhat cautious, as if he might take flight at any moment. The dark blonde hair, rumpled by the autumn breeze, begged for my fingers to run through it.I shook myself. Where in the hell had that thought come from? "I'm Charlene. But my friends call me Charly." I know." He must have noticed my puzzled look because he continued, "We met at Francis' party last month. I'm Jack." He stuck his hand out and I took it.His hands were slightly callused. Working man's hands. "I. I smiled to myself and rolled my head back toward Nick. I finally allowed myself to really look at his cock. It was long! Longer than Johns but thinner too. It looked smooth. I looked up at Nick and smiled at him. He was fully erect and he stepped so close to the table that his balls were almost resting on the table top. I inched my head closer to him and he let his dong hang in my face. I arched my neck and placed my tongue against him. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth wider and I felt his. “OK,” she said, “here’s what I’d like you to do.”* * *At 8:00 that evening Sara Valentine found herself laying on her bed naked, a sleeping mask over her eyes as a blindfold, her heart pounding wildly. This was all so surreal... she was a dedicated teacher and a respected member of the community; what on Earth was she doing? She tried to rally herself to get up and call this thing off, but she couldn’t move. She was completely lost and helpless.She heard the front door open downstairs and her.