I had two pictures each of Joey, Suzi, Tom, Margaret, Sarah, Tommy, a single shot of Stan with his two sisters, and then a whole bunch of snapshots of...some baby I hadn't seen before.I called Margaret up the day I got them to thank her and ask about the baby, but when nobody answered the phone, I hung up and got busy painting from a blast of inspiration, and basically forgot about the baby since nobody had ever mentioned it to me before.I was deep into painting a Christmas scene centered around. His face lit up, it now appeared I was getting involved in the sexual overtures or the innuendos, flying around the room.He was a man of Indian decent, polite and courteous, as they are, but strangely lacking in the understanding of strong and single mindedness of white European women.I took the glass from him, and repeated challengingly to him, 'Go on take some, we dont mind', and again he declined.'Married man are you', I challenged him, hinting he was being perceived as trying to 'Chat us. Alison stood up, "You mean you want me to take down my jeans and knickers,Friar? Alison inquired further,playing for time,hoping that at any moment Oliver would come through the door,putting her plan into action."Yes,woman,come now,I have other's to deal with this day!" the Friar said.Alison unbuttoned her jeans and began to pull them down,she then lowered her panties and stood full frontal in front of the Friar,there was no reaction. Suddenly and without warning the Friar grabbed her and. It didn't take long before I could feel I was about to blow.I began to buck my hips upwards as I fucked her mouth. This just seemed to stir her into more action. her hand was a blur as she jacked me off whilst her tongue and mouth swirled and sucked the living daylights out of me.And then I blew. Fuck, but I just erupted without warning. But it didn't seem to phase Anne. She gamely took it all down her throat as she continued to suck and squeeze and massage my cock and balls.My god; oh my god;.