"I don't think she'd like me to do that." No doubt. Not at first. I guess the question is do YOU want to do it. I want you to do it. I would guess yo... wouldn't mind getting off to your sister. She can't stop you. You've done it before, right? You thought you'd never do it again. You thought it was no more than a distant memory. Now you can if you want. Just ignore her if she says no. Once you start in on her she'll stop bitching. I know her. Trust me."I tell him to be really quiet when we. Eventually. Truth to tell, I’m working with something of a handicap on this one. You’ll have to tolerate my learning curve. As I said, all of my clients are men. When it comes to women, I’m more a wine-and-roses kind of guy. I’ve dabbled here and there, but nothing of this … magnitude.’ He looked around at the room as he searched for his word, then focused again on my face. ‘So far, so good?’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ He groaned. ‘Ah, how did I know you were going to call me that? The only place I ever want. You can give me head on the patio. Be sure you take your top off so I can see your tits." Bernadette had done her home work. She took off her top and got down on her knees. She took out my semi-erect cock and stared at it. She began rubbing it and got it rock hard. Next, she put it into her mouth and began to suck. Bernadette must have studied some real cock sucking experts because she was good at it. She nibbled and sucked and her tongue slid up and down my shaft. She seemed to be enjoying. .. it would defo be a bum and it would have to belong to another fella, I reckon." Thank you for being honest," I smiled as warmly as I could.Several possibilities occurred to me but I didn't want to spoil things by rushing in too brashly, so I got back to attending to his steadily rising tumescence with all the dexterity I could muster from my lips, tongue and throat.His foreskin wasn't stretching any wider than it had earlier: indeed the swelling of his plump bell-end was hindering my efforts.