Vaguely she was aware of the schoolgirl on the other end of the cock, her mouth similarly crammed, taste buds undoubtedly alive with the tang of her t...acher’s juice.Josh’s fist was wrapped around the centre, providing a fulcrum so that his slut-slaves could suck the jelly length unimpeded by gravity. “That’s it,” he crowed. “Suck that fucker clean.” He let it go and reached to press them both by the back of the head. Instinctively she and Christina grabbed the pole’s middle for support as they. Her cunt throbbed like a heart now, and all she could think of was her hung nephew's stiff prick. Her fingers trembled with lust as she opened his belt and yanked down his zipper, Kenny lifting his hips slightly to help her as she tugged his jeans down to his ankles, freeing his throbbing cock. He wore no underwear. His fuck-rod was enormous, so long and fat that his naked aunt gasped at her first sight of his tremendous prick. Kenny's virile young cock rose straight out of the youth's. ‘The pleasure of being behind this desk again is due to you and Richard. I’ve given him a suitable reward for taking back the yacht though he said that without your help, he wouldn’t have been able to succeed. What could I give you that you desire most of all?’ With that question being asked, I took the bull by the horns. ‘A restaurant in London that I could give it the name of Marianne’s,’ I said, my heart in my mouth. I’d deliberately picked the name of the yacht, as I had found out earlier. She hated numbers of any sort and economics even more. ‘Thank god for the invention of Dictaphones’, she thought and gave the audience an imaginative yawn. Leaning back she went through her mental shopping list, then daydreaming away of her soon to come holiday with her friend Mary. Twenty minutes later she was on her way out again, glad to leave room behind her and happy to breath some fresh air. Andrea went straight on to the Thai Restaurant where she was having her usual lunch-gossip with.