She was plump, blousy and Cockney to the core. Although a child, I was blessed with a photographic memory and snapshot morsels of my childhood are etc...ed like engravings within my brain…I feel at liberty to confidently express them. We would traipse through to Grandma’s kitchen in a little crocodile, giggling and skipping excitedly through the parlour…’come on me’ ducks’ she would say as she led us to Nirvana. Jimmy the huge white cat would tag along optimistically – his size entirely due to. He switched from long slow movements with deep sucks and slow circles of his tongue to sudden fast bursts of movement, pushing his lips up and down her cock eliciting all manner of wet lewd noises as it bounced time and time again against the entrance to his throat, almost making him gag on more than one occasion, sometimes randomly switching to jerking her cock with his hands, his lips just over the crown of her cock head as he simply sucked on the tip and worshipped it with his nimble tongue.. My pussy was wet and I enjoyed every moment of this extreme happening.I set off on a three hour drive home. I sat thinking about my first sexual encounter outside of marriage, I was shocked to realise that I did not feel bad or guilty – I felt excited and worked up – I recalled his big dick, bigger than what I was accustomed to. First his dick in my hands then that first taste, slowly so as to enjoy every unfolding moment, his load coming through his dick filling my mouth. Then the play and. He put his hand between his legs grabbed the chair seat and dragged himself up to her. He sat inch's from her, looking up he could see the frightened helpless women looking back down at him, from where he sat her magnificent tits masked a lot of her pretty face.He could still see her eyes wet with tears as she stood, unable to move from between his legs. He slid his hands just below her knees and felt the stocking clad firm calves.He never stopped looking at her, his eyes glistened with lust as.