”“Exactly! You said that it was a lot of fun playacting, and you even took us to see that German film with the debt collector.”“Oh god, I’d ...lmost forgotten that – the moustaches and the hairy armpits.”Not to mention the masses of pubic hair – once Vee had suggested that we all trim ours to a sensible length to make oral sex more enjoyable, I couldn’t see why anyone would want to end up with long strands of hair between their teeth. I’d have thought twice about going down on some of the unkempt. The trap had been sprung, Jack just needed to appear initially hesitant and then they had to find the opportunity.Fate should have decreed that this farce – because it was nothing so much as a bedroom farce from the 1960s – would collapse in chaos about this time. In fact it took an interesting turn that made life easier. “Poor cousin Mildred, she lives in Swansea with a deadbeat husband and eight children.” Joan was explaining – having run in to Jack, ‘accidentally’ (as in “Jack’s just off to. She wasn’t being catty, but she could be a merciless tease. I treated her to a small embarrassed glare. ‘Coffee,’ Steven said, impassively. ‘The airline coffee was atrocious.’ Stupid asshole, I thought. He was intent on acting like a big time agent, oh-so-used to having a personal assistant at his beck and call. A long running, vague and simmering dislike for him, suddenly flowered into utter disdain. I certainly did not deserve Susanne, but just maybe I deserved better than Steven. If this gig. I felt my cock against the back of her throat. I felt her teeth gently scrapping against my shaft with each rapid pounding stroke of my cock. I smiled as I could feel myself getting closer and closer to her gag reflex. My shaft was throbbing now with that familiar feeling behind the groin swelled up ready to explode. I grunted, my eyes drifted up to the ceiling as streams of my hot cum erupted inside her mouth. As I felt the jolt of my cum explode into her mouth I let a small, appreciative.