I hope you understand why this made a difference. I was quite willing to ignore the whole set of veiled insults to my maleness when no-one else was go...ng, but if one of the girls was keen, then it was the least I could do to open my foolish mouth and profess how it was nothing and how I would accompany Fiona in case of trouble.Of course, we all knew that I had three valid reasons to go. Firstly, my ego made me do it; secondly, I wanted to get into Fiona's pants, not that I had a hope, and. He takes the clothes and puts them in the laundry basket before returning upstairs to wait, kneeling by the bathroom door in anticipation of her to call.The call does not come. She exits the bathroom clad in a light dressing gown and goes to her bedroom, he moves and assumes his position by her door.Eventually she calls him to attend to her; he brushes her hair and helps her on with her lingerie, dress and shoes. She dismisses him, again with no more than a wave. He goes down and checks on the. .. or moaning from Denise (although based upon the pictures I saw later... Denise never stopped take pictures) I was totally fixated on his cock and balls and pleasing him. It felt so right and normal to be on my knees, dolled up and sucking his big black cock...I belonged here. Derek was getting into it...occasionally thrusting his hips up and moaning and groaning as I sucked and worked. I sucked his cock for over 15 minutes when he said to Denise..."I'm close...where do you want me to. Her warm young body felt wonderful pressed against mine for those few moments before I disentangled myself and said goodnight. "She's a very pretty girl, isn't she," my wife said as we kissed each other goodnight. "Your son has good taste, just like her mother," I replied, avoiding any direct confirmation of her question. "I'm shattered, I'll be asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow," I added, just in case my wife had any thoughts of intimacy. "Goodnight darling, sleep well." I awoke the.