She was wearing an open black leather waistcoat over a black lacy top and a well filled black bra. Then there was a short black leather skirt, black f...shnets and Doc Martens. Well, at least I approved of the latter. But not the fingers covered in rings.“Hello, you must be Teleri.”“Yeah.”A good start.“Come on up to the office and we’ll have a chat.”We went up to the office and sat down.“I’ve heard all about you,” she volunteered.“Well, that’s good, so we don’t have to bother with unnecessary. "What is it you want, Joan—please ... tell me what you want?" Ooooh, Jerry—I think I want you to make love to me, but I am so scared of how much it might hurt and the chance of me getting pregnant worries me, but I do want you," she said."Just a minute, Joan?"Ever since that kiss, I'd been hoping for a repeat, maybe even more than just kissing. I did the responsible thing and when Mom had asked me to pick some prescriptions, I used some of my own cash and bought three condoms, always having one. .. more baby, I want more..."Another finger, and more begging, "Oh yeah that's it, give me more... stuff your whores ass until she screams!"Two more fingers joined the others, "Now that's better, ooohhh... mmmmmm..."I feel my ass relaxing and start pushing back harder till I feel your thumb in my cleft, taking all four fingers past the knuckles.When I hear you say: "You are a nasty whore aren't you! You just love your sexy shit hole split wide open don't you!"I go into overdrive. I grab the KY. While kissing we hobbled over to my bedroom and I pushed him on my bed. I started undoing his belt and undone the buttons on his trousers. His cock was raging through his boxers and popped out the moment I pulled them down. He was possibly 4-5 inches, cut and had neat, trimmed pubic hair. I shoved his dick into my mouth and licked around his head, watching his facial expressions on his face as he demanded 'MORE BOY MORE!'. He was quivering from the feeling and I could tell he liked it, his.