We both were in my flat. We were having drinks and talking to each other about the work, family and other topics. Slowly I noticed that our conversati...n turned to sex topics, even our breath was heavy this time. We finished our glasses and decided to make love. I locked the door from inside. As I entered the drawing room feeling horny, Tarun moved next to me and took me into his arms. He made the first move by kissing my cheeks and then my lips. My lips also eagerly got on his and we began. Then Trish’s watch chirped; she’s the type, just like Ms. Sloane, who sets her life up for regular alerts. She grinned at Froggy, “Hmm, 7:30, just enough time. Fly me to the moon, honey.”Dinner at 8.She lay down on her back, head in my lap, and winked up at the Man of the Hour, “No hands, Froggy.”No matter how much Trish has had me practice over the years, honesty — which is sometimes the best policy, or so people say — requires me to admit that I’m no match — head between her thighs — for. My brain was full of cotton wool and now it was fullof info."Amy, if I may talk to your sister, my patient I would appreciate it," DrJackson butted in.Amy looked abashed. "Sorry Jonathan," she mumbled.Dr. Jackson came over to me and explained that the no talking was becauseof the work carried out on my vocal chords, and that they would give mepencil and paper to communicate with. Amy butted in "I've got Nichola'si-pad, she can use that." You still here young Lady" He scolded her, Amy retreated. My hand held onto the base of his cock and I squeezed as I sucked. ‘Cheyenne, if you don’t stop, I’m going to . . . ‘ But the words were too late. Jordan’s body stiffened and his penis jerked. He filled my mouth with an obscene amount of fluid. I finally let go of his penis and kissed the tip before helping him back into his trousers. I pushed the chair back so I could get up. I shot him a smile, picked up and put on my panties and shoes. I was at the door before Jordan could fully recover..