Before the night was over they were dancing together well as Roger unlike me was an excellent dancer. We promised to meet the following night and Sara... gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Later as we prepared for bed and a much needed fuck she told me she,d learned he was a bit cautious with women having gone through a rather messy divorce a few years previously though there were no k**s involved yet he said he liked Sarah a lot and hoped to spend more time with her as long as I Didn,t take. We wwalked into his room and he lay back with his at least 9 and a half inch cock straight in the air. I leaned over and took the head of his cock in my mouth, and instantly knew I had waited far to long, to suck a cock. I worked his cock up and down, stopping to lick his head and then this shaft. It was wonderful, his taste was delicious and I loved the power I felt having this man in my mouth. I forced him deep in my mouth, holding my head there as long as I could. As I was sucking. Humpty-Dumpty was Gallagher's derisive nickname for Cliff Farrow. "He - he didn't come back here, did he?" she faltered. "He promised me he never would again." Humpty-Dumpty," Dippy recited, "took a great fall. He's downstairs right now, puking in the hall." Oh goddd," Tiffany groaned. Ever since Cliff had found out what she was really doing he had been impossible. Impossible! Following her around all the time, making terrible drunken scenes in public places. "Listen, Mr. Gallagher," she put as. I could see up her skirt better, and she still made no sign that she knew she was being watched. I could see that the panties appeared to be sheer, but with her legs under the table there wasn't enough light to see through them. Damn!That didn't really matter, though, because I could still see them. And everyone loves a look up a skirt. Everyone. And I certainly loved it. My body was tingling, and I couldn't resist. I moved one hand under the table and began to lightly rub my pussy..