She was still ticklish, I was happy to see."Enough?" Hah!"I squeezed in again, this time wriggling the fingertips independently. She gasped, and cried..."Stop!" Did you say 'stop'? You'll have to say 'uncle' if you want me to stop. You have to surrender. Are you ready to say it?" No, I'm not surrendering. I'm going to get away from you on my own, Unc ... I mean, Tim."I tickled her sides again, and she squirmed and twisted, both in response to the digital assault and in a valiant effort to escape. He was standing between her legs, his Calvin Klein's level with her face. It was evident that he was working out regularly, his flat hard stomach and his muscle definition providing ample evidence of the fact. But it was his bulge that commanded her attention. She grasped the waistband of the CK's, and carefully eased them over his erection. I'd seen him in the shower so I knew he was well hung, but I hadn't seen him erect, of course, and I had no idea he was this big. In its fully erect state. So think about it from Her point of view – this timid lad from the stores who find any excuse to come up to the offices where She works, who’ll willingly run Her errands, finds it difficult not to stare at Her in a sort of trance when he sees Her tight top or short skirt. Back in the 70s there wasn’t the awareness about all things to do with sex as there is now, though most girls would know about dirty old men in rainmacs, even if they were confused with flashers. Though polite girls would. I stare at his cock for a few seconds, then plunge it into my mouth. I slip one hand down to massage his balls. He tries to hold back his moans, but they steal leak out, and he eventually gives in and lets them out fully.I love the sound of a man moaning in pleasure.I gently bob my head up and down, taking it halfway down before rising back up. His cock swells slightly as he gets closer to orgasm, and I stop him from thrusting by holding his hips in place. I swirl my tongue around the head of.