But, no, there was no one in there with him. He had broken it off with Jeannie the previous week and he was all alone in the apartment.All alone. She ...ad been a hot one one, that Jeannie. Insatiable. Couldn't get enough of him. Four times a night on those rare occasions when she could sneak away from her husband to sleep over. And that was the problem. Her husband owned the company. And Jeannie was only the junior partner. The junior partner who'd be totally frozen out in a divorce. Even a. I kept on moving my head backwards and forwards until John’s cock stopped squirting and I had swallowed every last drop.“Was that all right?” I asked when he pulled his cock out of my mouth.“Yes it was good, but you need more practice, so we will have to do it lots more until you are perfect”“Lots more” I thought. His hard cock in my mouth, squirting that lovely hot sticky cum down my throat, I couldn’t wait for the next time.“Come on get your trousers off, I’m going to wank you off now”I. ”“You don’t look very old. How old are you?”A man after my own heart. “Thirty-nine,” I said. “Going on 70.”He chuckled. “I’m from Michigan. It gets hot like this in the summer. Luckily we’re next to a lake so we get a nice breeze.”An older woman and her teenage whatever – daughter, granddaughter, illegal lesbian lover – turned around and scowled at us, the old woman hissing a reproachful “Shhh!” I offered a wry smile to Mr. Michigan and pulled down the seat next to me, patting it with hand. He. She looked up at his face, which was now redder than hers, and suddenly the absurdity of the situation struck her. She started to laugh. At first it was a giggle (“giggle? Where did that come from? I never giggle”), but it quickly flooded over into frantic, hysterical laughter. Her hand was still in her panties, her breasts were still bare and now bobbing with her laughter, but it didn't seem to matter. After a moment,, when he apparently realized she was not laughing at his penis, he began to.