Just as sneaky as I had been entering the house, I quietly passed through his door to wish him a happy birthday and stopped dead in my tracks at the s...ght of him sprawled out naked and masturbating on his bed. His horror filled eyes quickly shifted to me, then to the bed for something to cover up with, but it was too late.“Shit Jessica! Ever heard of a knock?” He said, still holding his giant, swollen hard-on tightly in his fist. I tried hard not to look, but the curiosity was more than I could. No snobbishness about her either, not like some. One of the advantages of letting women into the college despite the hoo-ha.She took the discussion room key - seems the French party meeting over-ran. Seems hard on the girl to have to come in on Sunday - said so and she said it was hard on me too. So we chatted about her mum and dad and my missus and the kids. She was just going when she spotted a note in her pigeonhole. It had appeared overnight and I recognised the writing - Dr Whitehead's. Her outfit was fine in air-conditioned offices and cars, but it was sweltering outside in the real world.Glancing down at the slip of paper in her hand, she read again his boat's berthing location. She doubted that he'd really thought she'd write it down when he gave it to her, the last time they chatted, but something had made her do it - marina address and all. What had made her carefully tuck it into her wallet and keep it was beyond her understanding. She was only realizing that she'd. That, however, all changed during a trip abroad when Henry and Holly got talking to Sean Paul, a rather charming black man. After a few drinks, the three of them ended up back at Sean Paul's apartment, where he seduced Holly and took her to bed. Reluctant at first, Henry sat down next to the bed and watched. Suddenly when Henry saw the sheer look of pleasure on Holly's face as Sean Paul fucked her with his big ten-inch black cock, Henry knew how to satisfy Holly in bed. She was going to go.