"Oh, that's lovely, Will. Thank you," she smiled.I was about to say something when a towheaded youngster walked into the room, looking at me curiously..."You must be Jimmy," I said, hoping to put him at ease."Uh huh," was the solitary answer."I'm Will," I said, extending my hand toward him.He looked at it and approached carefully before accepting it. We shook equally carefully, mindful not to squeeze too firmly.In a moment that I would have taken back if it hadn't been too late, I said, "I'm. Valerie shrugged. My brother is a 'twitcher' – at the first hint that some rare avian has entered our shores, he's off, with camera and million-millimetre lens – so heavy the tripod supports it rather than the camera – to try to get an award-winning shot of whatever it is. I assumed the first sight of a lesser-spotted dustbin diver, or some other species unheard of by the rest of the world population, had reached our shores, and Bill was dragging his wife, Portia, and teenage offspring, Mark. I could see a hand and there was absolutely no doubt what was about to happen. As I stopped and stared the hand slowly moved down the outside of pretty knickers and started rubbing as the fingers found their mark through the cotton the hips squirmed a little and I heard a gently sigh coming from a point just beyond my view. The thighs parted slightly and the hand disappeared between them, moving up and down the front of her panties, the whole hand cupping the pussy beneath. I’ve known from a. Bill continued rubbing lotion over my belly and onto my thighs. As he worked his way down, his face was now level with my erect cock. Bill opened his mouth and lowered it over my knob end. I felt that I was going to cum, but Bill grabbed my shaft and squeezed it at the base and the feeling subsided. Bill ran his tongue over my knob end then began to move his head up and down, taking more of my cock into his mouth with every motion. My wife had given me head many times, but this was a.