I unzipped my fly and let my hard-on flop out. Her eyes widened and her hand never left my shaft. Her thumb began to play with my helmet and I began r...bbing her crotch. I asked if I could see her ‘down there’. After a moment of hesitation, she unclipped her waistband and pulled her trousers down. I watched in wrapped amazment as for the first time in my life, a real pussy came into view. Despite her blonde hair, her thick pubic hair was jet black like her eyebrows. I couldn’t see much as she. Just now, before I came down to you, I drank a glass of sugared water; I left half, because it seemed so bitter." Noirtier turned pale, and made a sign that he wished to speak. Valentine rose to fetch the dictionary. Noirtier watched her with evident anguish. In fact, the blood was rushing to the young girl's head already, her cheeks were becoming red. "Oh," cried she, without losing any of her cheerfulness, "this is singular! I can't see! Did the sun shine in my eyes?" And she leaned against. I usually enjoy this sort of arrangement, but this particular husband insists on giving me orders like a drill sergeant every second of the encounter. It's really starting to affect my performance.How do I get him to just sit down, shut off, and jerk off while I give his wife the orgasm of her life?Thanks!Stud WallingDear Stud,Excuse me for being pedantic but you are a bloke aren't you? And by bloke I mean a proper blokey bloke and not some wishy-washy Bohemian type with a frilled shirt and. Kate sat on the bed.“This feels comfy,” she said, looking me straight in the eye.I grinned, “Well, if you’d like to try it...”“I just might...” she replied, her eyes full of promise.I helped them down the steps and they left, Kate looking back over her shoulder, giving me a wink and a big smile. Well, a nod’s as good as a wink to a blind man they say and I went back to work.Now, I do appreciate that you probably think I’m a randy old ram but the truth is that I’d been going through a rather dry.