“Is that what you wanted me for?,” Michelle teases as she motions for my man to drop her skirt. Just as she said, she is wearing an identical jock...strap to the one my man had. Her ass looks magnificent framed by the thin straps.“Take it off for me Sarah,” she whispers while we tongue kiss as I slide her jock strap off.“Oh fuck, look at the size of her cock,” my man mutters as Michelle rests against a table, legs wide apart and flaunts it for us. “Almost as big as your man Sarah.”She really is. There was a lot of toing and froing but I ended up with a final list of ‘slebs’ who were conned into appearing in a mega special charity show just before Christmas, when it was on screen, but no details of the conetnt and my choir were released to them. I had whittled it down as bit of private fun to match Nora in terms of ‘slebs’ who I can’t stand. The names I wanted all agreed, it was amazing the pull of this programme and the group I was going to meet in the TV centre in London were Mike. Rob promised to make sure that our kids were asleep and to secure the house before he comes to look for me. Making sure that our teens are sleeping is no easy task because Instagram holds them captive at ridiculously odd hours. I’ll never understand that whole phenomena. kids are so narcissistic. I can hear the loud click of my heels on the pavement as I half walk and teeter towards the opposite end of the alley. We both should have been clearer about where we were going to meet. My teeth. Her constant rhythm was starting to get to Mike, but in a good way. “Make sure you don’t dry out,” said Mike partly in jest. He wanted so much to slide his fingers between her wet goodness, but he couldn’t reach and didn’t want her to stop quite yet. “Oh, don’t worry. Thinking of sucking you dick is something that makes me wet when I think about it. Actually sucking on it makes it only better.”“As much as I love you doing what you do so well you better stop. I don’t want to cum in your mouth.