Karen didn't want to compromise herself too much by discussing the sort of slightly run-down pubs she'd more often go to where she felt more at ease. ...he glanced through the plate-glass windows of the wine bar at the darkening shadows of Kensington High Street."I like restaurants," she said. "There are some very nice ones near here, I'm sure." Do you like Italian?" Italian. Portuguese. Thai. Anything, really. Just somewhere friendly and," she lowered her voice, "above all, intimate." I don't. ‘Where are we going now?’ he asked when Arlene turned left instead of right at the next corner. They were heading away from their house, not toward it. ‘I take it we aren’t going home.’ ‘Not yet,’ Arlene said. She patted his leg. ‘I think you’ve been working too hard and need to get out and cut loose a little bit.’ She leaned toward him and smiled. ‘You have been, haven’t you? Working hard, I mean,’ she murmured. Her special emphasis on the word ‘hard’ wasn’t lost on her husband, who felt a. Noticing my stare again, Leah said, “See, there you go again”. Looking away I said I was very sorry, but said “Well Leah, I couldn’t help myself. You nipples are hard and they are asking to be stared at!” Laughing nervously, she rubbed her arms on her chest to try and cover her rock-hard nipples.Leah looked over at me and told me that she didn’t think her breasts were very pretty. She said that she lost some weight recently and it seemed all the weight loss came from her breasts. She held. Nonetheless, I set about giving my very first blowjob. I’m sure it wasn’t the greatest but I gave it my best. I licked it all over while I massaged his balls and then shoved it all the way into my mouth. It fit without really going into my throat so I guess it really wasn’t a deep throat but he sure seemed to like it. After about two minutes I felt him start to breath heavier and then he began to shudder and I knew what was happening. The first spurt hit the back of my throat and made me gag. I.