I’m a pretty good runner so I think I can make it across pretty quickly. Maybe that’s just the wine talking to me. I stand up behind the tree and ...ait. Looking both way I finally see what looks like a big enough gap in traffic to try it. I don’t hesitate and come out from my hiding place and sprint across the road. Everything was fine except I didn’t count on one thing. My tits. I usually wear a tight jog bra when I run. I obviously didn’t have one on tonight. My tits were flopping all over the. She had her hand resting on my belly, and was moving it ever so slowly, carefully down towards my crotch, pausing now and then as if not to wake me....My cock had already made up it's mind though, and was pumping up to a full erection, and by the time she reached my shaven pubic hair, it had risen to meet her tiny hand.She made a little gasp as her hand encountered it, and remained still, as if she was trying to work out whether I had woken up, but I remained motionless, anxious to see what. “I thought part of our arrangement was that I never had to hear your voice,” I said.“No, our arrangement was that you never had to see my face,” he replied wearily. “I wouldn’t think of bringing the reclusive L.C. Compton into the sunlight.”His dropping my pen name in the conversation told me this was going to go below the belt. Forewarned is forearmed.“What’s the matter? Your commission on a zillion dollars gonna put you in another tax bracket?” I said.“Nothing compared to yours,” he laughed,. Her k**s were at her parents house so we had the room to ourselves. Rosalyn picked me up from the train station and we went straight to the room.As soon as we got in the door we were all over each other. We kissed and undressed each other quickly. Rosalyn and I were naked all over each other in no time. We were standing in the room holding each other. My fingers went down to Rosalyns pussy and I began to finger her. She was wet as hell and I was sucking her tits as well.Rosalyn at this stage.