Wanda was very appreciative."Sammy, you've got to tell me who it was. I won't get any sleep until I know." I can't tell you, Megan. You'd want to know...the whole story, how it came about and every detail. It wouldn't be fair to the person, and anyway, I prefer not to talk about it."She watched me take another bite of my sandwich. "Do I know her?" she asked.What harm would it do if I told her who it was? It would do plenty of harm, but I couldn't lie to her. "You've met." Ah ha," she said. "Now. As crowded as it was she came back by me for a chat. The game wound down and she was now sitting next to me with her foot on my lap. She had thick, blue socks on, and was telling me how the bowling shoes hurt her feet. I only lived lived about a mile away, and don't remember how I got her back to my house, but she followed me home. It was winter (obviously with football on). We sat on the couch and watched tv while chatting. I asked if she mined if I took a quick shower since I had just worked. I licked the underside of his shaft before tickling the sensitive part of his cockhead with my tongue. Then I went into full cocksucker mode, working my way up and down his shaft and making as much sound as I could. I wanted his cum and I wanted it now!I must have been going a little too fast for the stranger in front of me because he pulled back and told me to slow down or he was going to cum before he had a chance to enjoy what I was doing. A few more sucks later, much to my surprise, he. ‘Likewise, Lloyd. Welcome to your new home!’ ‘Thanks, Jack. We’ll try not to get in your way too much.’ ‘Don’t worry about it. Do you want to back up your van onto the driveway? That’ll be less distance to carry your stuff.’ ‘Great! If you’re sure it won’t be in the way?’ Lloyd asked. ‘No, not at all. Are you sure you don’t want a helping hand?’ ‘No, that’s OK, Jack. We don’t want to hold you up.’ ‘OK, then. If you need anything, let me know, OK?’ Jack went back inside the house and opened the.