I'll go too!' She giggled inwardly and fixed her dress. 'Oh my god,' she squirmed, playing with her wedding ring to avoid eye contact. 'Okay...I have ...ever...I mean no one's ever, you know...gone down on me.'She fixed her eyes firmly on the carpet, laughing but embarrassed to raise her head.'What, never?' I laughed, more in shock than amusement.'Pete... Pete doesn't like it!' she shot back and looked at me, a touch defensively. 'Don't laugh!''But before Pe-,''Never!' she interrupted, firmly.. " Not against water leaks," I explained, "But the occasional spillage should be fine." That is not what we agreed," she insisted."I suppose I could give it another coat," I offered, "Why does it smell of disinfectant?" You had better see the basement," she said, and she swept past me and led me down the stairs from the spacious modern kitchen to the old cramped kitchen below and through to the store room formerly servants hall beneath the lounge.The ceiling was stained brown."Crikey, that's not. I have my standards. Many feel I have a gift, and that gift should be shared with the less fortunate. This is the first in a series of instructions for you poor guys that need my help. This can also be used by my lesbian friends. While I am a guy, I don't consider women who like women much competition, so ladies feel free to use any of my tricks.First off, my kind of woman drives a truck. The problem is that the yuppies now have a truck that doesn't count. These damned SUVs are diluting the. " With two hands on his hips I had to hold myself up bent over the way I was getting finger fucked from behind and now sucking on the other guys big cock. All I know is, what was happening to me now I didn't want this to stop. I didn't even think about you, nor did I care about how long you waited for me in the other room. I came on the guys fingers, the guy I was blowing backed up and told me to finish the third line on the table. While I was doing so the guy that just finger fucked me took of.