Oh what will she think? Oh, what will she think observing me, experiencing me for the first time? For the first time: only get one chance to make a fi...st impression. Oh, will she enjoy my touch: does she crave me as I her, is it important for her to do so. Is it possible to do so? Is it desirable to do so? Distinct I’s, we met in the ethereal never never land of our imaginations. Assisted by photos, assisted by words, assisted by trust, assisted by loneliness, assisted by something lacking in. ” He nodded.He seemed a bit dazed as I slid from his hands to kneel before him. I worked his belt and zipper, tugging his pants from under his butt to expose his average sized cock. I took it in my hand and smiled up at him. I licked up the underside as my eyes kept contact with his. Then I shifted, turning my attention to take his cock into my mouth. I sucked and licked the head before taking it deep into my mouth. I heard him gasp and moan as my mouth worked down and up over his cock. . Mmm," I sighed contentedly, "nothing like waking from a wet dream to find a wet reality." "Well reality's not the only thing that's wet," she replied. "I've been playing with myself again but it's no substitute for the real thing. I hope you don't mind that I started getting you ready while you were still asleep. Did you know," she added as she impaled her sopping pussy on my rock hard prick, "when I first saw you all stiff and standing up like that on the beach when we first met, I had an. I knew I was going to hell but right now, with my mouth full of George’s hard little cock and soft little balls, I was in heaven. My hands slid around his hips to grip the sides of his smooth, firm little butt as I sucked him off right there in the pool dressing room. As my mouth engulfed his cock and balls, I felt him tense up. “Stan, you’re sucking on my peter!” he exclaimed softly, shocked. I paused my blowjob to look up and smile reassuringly at him. “Yeah I am kiddo. And your peter.