He knew I needed instructions as I was clueless about how to treat a cock so he took my hand and placed it on his hard cock and began moving it up and...down the length of his penis. He told me to put my lips around it and take it as deep as I can and to continue the movement making his cock as wet as possible. I seemed to be a total natural at it and It pleased me knowing that I had made such a strong impression on him. I continued giving him my first ever blow job and from his reactions and. It was one of the few completely simple things that had ever happened to him. The person who insisted upon complicating it was the "victim." His wife. Her brand of mental illness depended upon having something with which to stab him in the back (or groin) forever- God only knows what she might do without her precious grief to feed upon twenty-four hours a day. No matter what his wife insisted upon twisting it into, it had been simple.He had been so young at the time. And married. Not happily. Liz knew what she had to do, so she gently moved Kay off her face, lay her on the bed, then opened Kay's legs up so she could get at Kay more effectively. While she was doing this, she kept her bottom in the air so that Jennifer could continue to lick her pussy and ass, which is what Liz desperately craved.After a while it was clear that Kay would be cumming, so Jennifer built up the momentum with Liz, and as soon as Kay started her orgasm, Jennifer focussed on Liz's little bud and Liz screamed. They walked up the sidewalk to his house and rang the doorbell. It took a few moments before a woman opened the door."Yes, Can I help you?" she asked."Oh I'm sorry, I think we have the wrong house. I was looking for Jim Hammond's house." Blake said."This is Jim's house. I'm Amy, his girlfriend. You must be Blake Hawkins, Jim has told me you're coming. Please, come on in. I'll get Jim." she said. "Please make yourself at home in the living room." Amy left and a couple minutes later Jim came in.