" I moved my finger a little faster "3. 4. 5." I leaned backwards against the wall behind me, it feel good and leaning back I could get slightly deepe... inside of myself "9. 10." part of me didn't want to stop but I removed my finger and quickly put it through the hole, then kicked the notebook back again. "1. 2. 3." suddenly I felt wetness, and realised he was sucking my finger. I recoiled slightly in shock but closed my eyes really tightly and kept counting "4. 5. 6." he was licking it and. I cupped and held them before Miley began working her way further down my body. She kissed my chest then my stomach then my hips and finally she began to kiss my dick. She took the tip into her mouth before pulling way. 'I want you to use me' she whispered before licking my cock hungrily 'Do whatever you want to me' She took me into her mouth and I let her suck me, her long tongue gliding over every inch of my cock. I grabbed her hair and she yelped but carried on sucking sloppily, greedily.. It might be nice to have company, drink wine together, have a giggle about things, talk about grown-up stuff now that we were adults and let loose in the world.But right now I still lived on my own. Alone to indulge my imagination. And watch the people opposite. Especially her.I wasn't sure what it was that drew me. She was undoubtedly beautiful, slim and pretty with gorgeous hair, and probably married. Except I hadn't seen a husband or boyfriend. Was she Les? I wasn't, of course, which meant. She'd stay up late watching videos (many of them porno tapes) or talking on the phone with a girlfriend who tolerated her increasingly bizarre mood swings, then usually wake me by cupping me or sucking me to erection and demanding sex. I remember indulging her many a night, kissing her boozy mouth and swimming through wave after wave of pleasure in a dreamy haze.I often think how crazy Carla would have gotten if we had had access to anything like the Internet in the 80s. We had computers, of.