She stroked a bit faster. She squeezed the shaft. Then she stroked faster. She gently dropped my foot and moved between my legs. Her mouth wrapped its...lf around my penis. Her head bobbed up and down and she swallowed my entire member. And then she stopped. Flopped herself on her back next to me in bed and announced ‘I’m spent.’ Punctuated with a laugh and an impish smile. ‘You’re what?’ ‘Thought I’d get you to make some noise somehow.’ She smiled some more. ‘You are so quiet. Like a corpse.’. What was more disconcerting was the amount of times thecallers referred to him as Miss, Betty said it was probably because hisvoice hadn't broken, and they would be expecting to talk to a femaleanyway. Peter was pondering this thought, firstly, they had expected a girl, andgot his name wrong, and now he had callers thinking he was a girl aswell. He decided to answer the Phone as Petra and see if the callernoticed; he hadn't heard of the girls name Peta so he didn't considerthat his own name. First. Fucking. Date.Ultimatums?Every bone in her body is aching to just get up and leave, and let him sit on his own, with his smug fucking face slowly realising that his game’s backfired.Fuck. Arrogance doesn’t even begin to cover it.And yet.He looks calm. Laconic, even. He’s not even shifted in his chair. Sipping wine. Eyes: assessing.She moves the box closer.What could be so fucking shameful that she’d need to make this kind of decision, now?She rips off the paper. The waiting staff seem at. It was wet. She pushed down her thong and asked “Fuck me please” Heather released her grip on my prick. Lorraine bent over towards the lounge and from behind I inserted my prick into her juicy vagina. She moaned with pleasure. I reached around and again grabbed those delicious big boobs and used then to help pump into Lorraine. It did not take too long when Lorraine came, bouncing around on the lounge I almost fell out, then I came into her pussy. Holding her hips I pumped plenty of sperm juice.