“Well, I hardly think he’ll be coming over to assist you with your work, Layla.”Layla could feel the tinge of heat washing over her face. The fi...thy images that flashed through her mind were too noticeable.Suddenly her phone vibrated loudly against inside of the wooden drawer. Mr. Richmond opened the drawer and glanced at the screen. “Looks like your boyfriend is in need of your attention. Shall I read it to you?”“No! I mean, no, Sir. Please I…”“Oh dear, Layla. Is this how you're planning on. Is now a bad time for you to help me with my bed?”“Not at all. Lead the way.”In her bedroom, we had to man-handle the king-size sleigh bed. The headboard and footboard were massive, but the rest was easy.“Phew! Thanks, Bill. You’re a lifesaver.”“I was glad to help.”“Now! One more thing.”“Okay.”“Can you recommend a good seafood restaurant? I’m hungry for a big lobster.”“Great! The best place on Cocoa Beach is not far away. It’s right on the Banana River, so you can watch the sunset as you. She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed it hard. “Owww, like that?” she asked. “no, no, not like that at all. Like this” I said as I reached out and grabbed her new dick from her hand. I lightly grasped it and held my tiny little fingers around the shaft, just beneath the head. My old cock looked so huge in these teeny little hands. “Hold it here and let the skin of the shaft go up and over the head just a little. Pull it back down and let it stretch down a bit” I instructed. “That’s it”. Yes I do. I really wanted to see what they were doing in the van for that long? And then the thought of Denise sucking him off. Well...I needed. I wanted. To see that again. So I quickly made my way out of the house and into street, at 2-3am my street was deserted and silent not sole about no cars, no one! The perks of living in suburbs. I slowly made my way to where they were parked as I approached it, I ducked low and crouched down as low as i could behind all the parked cars and continued to.