Chris then starts to wank me off with just my knob in her mouth, sucking like a vacuum cleaner, occasionally letting it out to spit on it again. Oh f...ck, I think to myself, ‘I won’t last much longer at this pace.’ Then, Chris stops, looks back up at me and says, “You’re much bigger than my husband used to be, but I’m going to give this a go!” I look down at Chris, “What do you mean? Give what a go?” She grins, “Deep throat!” Chris takes my cock back into her mouth, I can feel her tongue. I get in the tub in front of you and on my knees. One hand holding your head and the other is carefully going over your body. Your hands are on my waste and we both hold each other. Feel the excitement of a long wet French kiss. My hand is touching your breast they are so nice and big and your nipples are so hard. My hand is holding your tits rubbing them gently and squeezing a little on your hard nipple. I hear your breathing going a little heavier. My hand slides downwards over your waist. He ran and got the baby (little Alexander, the light of his life alongside his wife), put him in a set of his most simple baby clothes, and rushed to the car. He loaded Alex into the baby seat, and drove to the hospital.As he went, he wondered what had happened. Just an hour before, June, his wife, had left the house, saying that she just needed to get a few things from the store. She said she had put Alex down for his nap, and he should have no problems. But then he remembered she had. ”“Exactly what I was thinking.” He ran a finger lightly over her cheekbone and she clutched her purse to disguise the extent to which her body was trembling. Already the cab had slipped out from the kerbside into the stream of car lights. “Whereas you’re thinking ‘How the hell did I end up in a cab with a man twice my age who I don’t even know?’ Am I right?”“Maybe,” she said. Her eyes did not shift from his, however thunderous her heartbeat. “A little.”“Are you a good girl, Brooke?”Oh god. No.