It got down into Carol-Anne's bones and made her want to dance in uncomfortable ways. Even standing still she couldn't help but tap her toes, and she ...new that Daniel felt the same. "Isn't that the church organ?" he said."I can't tell," Carol-Anne said, though she was sure it was. That's when she spotted her mother and father. They stood in a knot with three or four neighbors, laughing and eating. Her father took a large swig out of his cup and crimson droplets clung to the corners of his. He looked at me in such a strange way that a few drops of cold sweat ran down my spine, all the way to my butt.“You see this?”“Yes.”“This is the biggest cock in the barracks, I’m telling you, but there’s nothing to fuck. If you were a woman, I’d screw you right now, tear you apart.”I didn’t know what to say to that, so I was still standing between him and the door.He cast me an inquisitive look.“Come here.”I came closer.“Sit down.”I sat down next to him.He patted my hand and said in a low. Did I miss anything after I got up? Yes. I had this dream that someone was sucking my cock. When I woke up, the dream was real and the someone was Suzanne. I came in her mouth and she swallowed the lot. I wish that I could have stayed to watch that. Dont worry, mum. It wont be the last blow job that Ill give him this week. Maybe youd like to blow him too? Hmm. Im not sure about that. What does it taste like? I like it, but it is impossible to describe. You should try it at least once. Maybe.. He was already getting an erection.Susan wasn't his secretary, of course. She was an employee of the company that Dave had been visiting for the last week or so, servicing their machines. She wasn't as beautiful as his wife Beth, but she was a very pretty, voluptuous young blonde. She was sexy as hell, and much more experienced sexually than Beth. She had come on to Dave shortly after he arrived, and he hadn't been able to resist her - not that he tried very hard.Susan was an American who had.