Her lips strained to fulfil their purpose but her tongue was the only one to find purchase.He groaned as her tongue lashed his cock and salved it. He ...rembled and fell away."Shit, wow, don't want to end this to soon" he gasps. Turning back to his stove for a few sharp inhales.Slap. Slap, slap. Her thighs sting in response to his hand that has made it's way to her sizeable chest now heaving with sharp breathes. He pulls and kneads her bosom bringing her close to pain but staying in pleasure.. He started to stroke me. I leaned back. Here I am, having this guy slowly jerk me off and i am surprised to learn how horny I was getting. And my fantasies, we would jerk off simultaneously. Then he might reach over and touch me. Then he might ask me to touch him. He may ask me if he can kiss my cock and then ask me if I wanted to kiss his. That is how I thought it could go. Then again, if I chickened out, I could still just let him blow me and I wouldn’t have to do anything myself. How I. " You are not escorting me down the street half naked!"Herbert gasped, turned scarlet and hung his head. "Ooh, Miss Ethel! How could you?"Even Ethel seemed a little overcome by her own forwardness. She went pink and pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve, pretending to blow her nose. Russell tried the cap on. It sat on his head like an oversized pizza, heavy with Herbert's hair oil. At least, nobody would recognise him like this. God forbid that they should bump into Claire and her. She said her husband left her years ago for some woman he had met at church. I said he must have been a fool as I bet his new wife doesn't suck his cock like she sucked mine. I would rate her blowjob at least a an 1 out of 10. We held each other a little while longer and she said she was hungry. There was no room service at the no tell motel so we quickly showered and got dressed and went to one of the local chains. Now we're in a deep and I mean deep south town. She was dressed.