"You are amazing!" I praised. She gave me a huge, happy smile. "I can't wait to chat with you again tomorrow!" I gushed. She looked crestfallen."I hav... a date with Michael tomorrow," she said sadly."No worries," I promised with a smile. "We'll work something out."===We managed to chat again a couple of nights later. She begged for another true story. I begged to see what her hand was doing "down there". She begged to watch me finish again. It was a good chat.We both had busy weekends planned,. The effect on Lisa was fore her to give a gasp and put her arms around my neck pulling me against her. We broke off again, her eyes locked onto mine as her hands dropped to my waist. I felt a hand against my belt as she pulled it open and my zipper down. Lisa giggled with a sexy smile “let me see the goods” as she dropped down to remove my trousers. “Oh,” she whispered not expecting something already growing hard, “So this is what a cock should look like”. The feeling of a woman you about to. The glory hole was about perhaps 3 1/2 to 4 inches in diameter, and light was coming through it from the other side. I saw movement behind it; a brief glimpse of Jack as I heard him moving a stool, or something like that, in front of his side of the hole. I said "Hello." He said: "Welcome!" I proceeded to unfasten my belt buckle and unzip my fly; and after having gotten my cock and ball out in the open, I shuffled up to where the glory hole was and giving my cock several hurried strokes, to get. The platters arrived heavy with meat and charred root vegetables, pies of minced pork followed along with small birds, golden and fragrant with herbs. Sweetmeats and mead followed bread and ale. All the men ate well, their wet cloths drying nicely in the fire’s warmth. The same fire warmed this tiny room, filled by the large table where dishes waited. Her hands against it, her face turned. His fingers kept stroking, gently touching that creamy skin on her thigh and her eyes closed now again, as.