Manually, or through cunnilingus as seems appropriate at the time. Now this won’t solve every problem/conflict. What happens if I seriously want you...at 10:30 on a Sunday morning? But I do offer it as a guideline.”It was an interesting guideline in several ways. From reading it, you’d think the man was a theology professor or something. Then, too, he’d been so careful to use gender-neutral language almost everywhere, but he’d said “cunnilingus,” not “oral sex.” Did he not like fellatio? Was he. I expect She resists the natural curiosity that might lead Her thoughts along to wonder what sort of life he leads, is it normal apart from this fetish (no, in my case) or is it a life dedicated to his worship of girls, his need to see girlie-bareness whenever and in whatever way he can, a compulsive need to look until he’s overcum with perv ecstasy (YES, in my case, and btw bareness = cleavage, knickers and bikinis, no more required please). Does She imagine him with his pervy collection in. And I found it exciting to clear all the day’s bad karma. If I enjoyed it… difficult to say. It was so personal, that it stripped my soul. There was no place for acting, because the unavoided pain would expose it any second. Yet, feeling my darling’s heartbeat, his shallow breath on my shoulders made me overcome the physical pain as I referred to the mental blast. My eyes were shining at him when I turned back to suck him off till the last drop. I gave my best to force my throat to accept his. The class had ended and goodbyes were said in the car park. As people drifted off home, just Jaq and Gavin were left. Jaq told me that they had hugged and Gavin had told her how hot he found her. Gavin had put his hand up Jaq's short skirt and felt the moist patch in her panties. Jaq had then unzipped Gavin's fly and was stroking his big cock.With nobody now around, Jaq carried on, telling me about what had happened. Jaq had fallen to her knees, treating Gavin to a sloppy blow job. Jaq, sensing.