”“Who, Will?” I jokingly asked my girl.“God, no!” she replied incredulously at me. She then smiled and said, “You know which stud I’m ta...king about.”I gave Lynette a small kiss on the lips as she batted her big eyes at me and then pulled me over towards where Brad and Liz were sitting. Just as we got over to their table, we heard Rob Connell announce, “The lead singer of that UNKNOWN band just asked me to play this song, so if you don’t like it, be sure to blame him. It’s Elton John’s Crocodile. One of the directors, George Logan had flown to Ireland the previous day to attend a meeting with the Multi-National Bank’s corporate clients. George said he would arrange to meet him the following day and asked him to book a hotel with a double room in a convenient location near Manchester city centre. Dropping through the gears and pulling onto the A1 motorway, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke through a small gap in the side window, yawning into a clenched fist and shifting his weight. “This is still turning you on isn’t it?’ Sam observed.One look at my swelling cock was all the answer she needed.“I went down on her, licked her pussy. I fingered her, made her cum. She did the same to me. I’d never had sex with a woman before. It was new and exciting. We spent the afternoon in bed savouring each other. We still do when we get the chance.” We were laying side by side and Sam was stroking my cock. She knew what she was doing and that her explicit talk was turning me on.“How do. It was quite for a moment and I though he had left until I heard someone snigger, and someone else murmur something. I was afraid all over again, I had no idea how many people had come into the room and were looking at me now. I felt hands caressing me again, I counted two sets, the first pair of hands was between my legs gently rubbing my clit with one hand while the other rested on my leg. The another pair were cruelly teasing my hard nipples making me whimper. As I struggled in protest I.