It was warm as it went along my shaft. I inched closer towards Brenda. I put my dick closer to her face on the couch. I reached down and pulled her he...d up to my cock. Her lips touched my cock head and I shoved into her mouth. She gagged – Mmpph!! Mmpph!! was all she could say. Her eyes were wide open. She ran her tongue down my 9 3/4 inch shaft sucking the tip of my big purple head. She closed her yes again and I continued to fuck her face. I could hear the milk machine and her milk being. It's what he does with it that matters. And that you can't know unless you meet. The upshot is that, with very little discussion, a meeting was set for that afternoon at 4pm, with me hoping for the best. At 3.30 pm he canceled. Damn. But five minutes later, in comes a message - 'Do you want to suck my thick cock off?' 'Sure. When?''Right now. That's all it'll be though.''Fine. Here's the directions...''I'll be there in ten. Just be slutty, ok?'I was already in my usual black lingerie, corset,. She could also be something of a tomgirl. One fantasy we played out several times involved her laying in wait for me when I'd come home from work, and attacking me. I should say that I'm not really a submissive, but was willing to adjust and compromise for her and she made it very exciting. Typically she'd be wearing denim cutoffs, leather shorts or army shorts, a tank top, black combat boots (which made her noticeably taller than me - she was already about an inch taller than me barefoot),. Focke-Wulf 190.We were interested mainly in aircraft our ancestors had flown; Spitfire, Hurricane, Defiant, Mosquito, all of which were represented there.Then we were in the small room between the two bays, gazing at the little collection of ATA memorabilia. A uniform hat and jacket, log-book, ‘wings’, flying helmet.Eileen looked at it pensively “You know, I’m glad I came, but my mother’s got Gran’s uniform and log-book, her certificate and so on.”“I’d like to see them. I wonder what happened.