Due to this thing my friends started investigating why I often go to her flat. They got the original biodata I have. From that they decided to speak t... me today. When I came back home after a lunch FUCK. My friend asked me about this and told me to make her agree for a group feast.In the evening we all went to her flat for a tea. I took the chance and went to the kitchen to explain the whole thing. She was shocked told that she is her friends wife, she not a prostitute. I told that her original. .' We took off our clothes and make it to her bedroom. She slammed me down and said the magic words, "Do you want a blow job?" 'Um...yeah.'She proceeded to work my Johnson so fucking good it felt better than the first time. She engulfed every inch of me, up and down she went. "My neck is getting a bit sore." I raised up a little and began rubbing her neck while she sucked my cock. "Oh fuck that feels nice. Keep going." The touch of my hands seemed to make her work harder and I let her know I. Maybe she would come over and they could make love. Perhaps this would be the night to rekindle their marriage and relationship.Lenny dialed her cell phone number and put the phone up to his ear as he stroked his cock. He didn't want to cum just yet for the possibility that Jeannie would drive over and take care of it for him.The phone was ringing. Lenny heard the forth ring then the answering message came on. It was Jeannie's voice telling him to leave a message. Lenny didn't leave any. He lifts the battle lance towards me so I may rest its butt end on the iron sheath molded to my hip armor: ten lonf feet of lance point towards the sky. On its tip is my Lady’s garter. I grasp its weight…turning …turning.. Trumpets blare…they blare again. The flagman drops his marker and I spur my horse. For seconds all thats heard is the labored equine gasp in the scramble to charge. and then hooves, pounding, pounding all 17 hands of him lurching head to the fore! My target is in view and all.