Tom had spent months trying to get into Sissy's pants, but the only part of his body that had breached that barrier was his thumb, and only enough of ...hat to massage her clit. He did remember her hand jobs, though. Sissy was pretty good at that, even though she did make it seem like such a chore. He had told her more than once that it felt like she was kneading dough instead of jacking him off. It seemed ironic that ten years later she had gone from kneading dough to selling baked goods. There. " No, no. You don't have to do that." He held his hands up trying to reject my tip."Yes you can. Here take it."He finally relented and accepted the tip I gave him and pocketed the money. I picked up my items and turned to leave saying "See you next time" over my shoulder leaving the store.The drive to Maureen's was easy; very little traffic on the highway. I managed to arrive a few minutes early which allowed me to gather up the wine and take a casual stroll into the apartment building.knock. "He was right, of course, but she wasn't going to admit it ... not just yet. She ignored his finger. "What made you think that?"He put his finger just inside her partially opened blouse, in between the V of her breasts and she tingled with excitement. "Oh I think it was the way you looked at the bulge in my pants."So he had seen her looking. She reached out and ran her fingers over his cloth covered cock. "Tell me what you want honey."He unbuttoned her blouse, button by button until it was free. He tapped on the door, no response, he tapped once again, still no response. He threw caution to the wind and inserted the key, opening the door, softly calling to Jean, so as not to alarm her. As he went to place the key onto the telephone table he glanced into Jean's room, she lay spread out, one leg hanging off the side of her bed. She looked so, so horny. Terry dropped his trousers, rubbed his thickening love pole and gently placed it at Jean's mouth. Her lips murmured, and opened.