The 3 of us were in the same year at university. That all changed one night at the local nightclub Esquire. There were 4 of us going. Rob Louise Kerry...and me. That night though Rob had a flu and Kerry had other arrangements. So rather than stay at home I took Louise down to the club. She was wearing a tight black dress and a blue leather jacket. She was looking mighty fine and I actually felt like fucking her then but then she is my best friend’s girlfriend. We went to the pub first to have a. Gradually, I could feel my saliva lubricated throat relaxing and opening up until eventually it offered virtually no resistance to the invasion and he was able to effortlessly slide the engorged head of his cock from just inside my mouth to completely down my gullet in one long smooth stroke. I don’t remember ever feeling anything this erotically satisfying and exciting. As soon as I became accustomed to the rhythm of his cock sliding in and out he continued rapidly fucking my throat. I was. His love of sports meant that he spent the bulk of his free time at the track practicing for school competitions, giving him enough muscle tone to draw the attention of the girls in his classes, and their ire when he rejected them. He had a runner’s body, one that seemed to please Liz.She eyed him covetously as she sat atop him, drinking in the contours of his svelte figure, admiring his youthful physique. She leaned in to plant a lingering kiss on his collarbone, sliding down the couch as she. – Why is it that when females ask, 'does my bum look big in this', and you say 'yes, just a bit', they take the hump?It was when I told her that we would be going to Aldershot to look at flats, and that I'd got her a job in the NAAFI -- so that that she could fulfill her wifely duties on a more regular basis -- that it all went pear-shaped.Miriam hit the ceiling. "Move to Aldershot and work in the NAAFI?" She sat up in bed and stared at me. "I've got a house, and a good job here, why should I.