Life just didn't get much better than this.When I was seated on the Metro I slumped into my seat, stared out the window and thought about events after...the gig in Grange Villa.The meeting in London had gone without a hitch. PJ had found out quite a bit about the record label that he hadn't let on during our phone conversation. They were a decent sized Jazz/Blues/Folk label based in the centre of Paris. The head of Cypres Records, Sylvain Dutronc was a thin be speckled man with a ponytail and an. As we cleaned ourselves up, I told her that it would be less messy, if she would let me come in her mouth."Tommy, I'm not sure I would like that. Some of my sorority sisters talk about giving their boyfriends blowjobs, deep throating their cocks, and all of that, but I'm not sure I can, or want to. Can you understand that?" Frances, I wouldn't force you to do anything you don't want to. But, please think about it."A couple of weeks later, I moved out of my parent's house into a small apartment. Oh! Me! Oh! My!He filled me with his length and girth and once I felt him deep inside my tight little pussy, I knew that I didn’t want him to take it out - ever.I lost count of the number of orgasms I had that evening but I can say they were numerous. He was only the second penis I’d ever had inside me and the fact that he was bigger, thicker, and longer somehow warmer, made him feel so good inside me compared to the toys that Sandy and I had been using. But the best thing was his endurance. On. I'm sorry, I was only teasing." I'm not angry. Maybe a little jealous. Not of her, but of what she has with you. How well she knows you."She kissed me softly. "I know. Believe me. You don't think I'm not a little jealous over your posse? Your complete and total faith and trust in them? The way they hovered over you? Even their damn women are in love with you. They've had you all their lives. How do I compete with that?"I gave her a squeeze. "No competition. I love them. I'm in love with you..