She pressed them together, and slowly slid them down, over his cock, and his protests stopped immediately. His eyes watched her breasts massaging his ...ock, and how her mouth grew closer and closer to his head each time.After a few minutes, her pace quickened, and she'd lick the tip every other time. The next drop down, she took him in her mouth, allowing her hands to explore his shaft and balls. Her tongue swirled around the tip, and Lewis jerked his hips, almost wildly each time. He began to. I've a degree of Autism about me in that respect. It's always some days or weeks, sometimes years later I'll think about the situation and a light will go off.. `ohhhh, she wanted me to....' (long, drawn sigh) ah well.When the fog of lust descendsStill, I've had a great time through the years. These are a few things that spring to mind - When the fog of lust descends and morals are forgotten and ignored I go wherever my cock takes me. I've had lots of threesomes with couples I've met through. I’d love to see you again and make you cum.”“That sounds delightful. You’re good at making me cum.”“I could come over today if you want.”“That sounds great. Why don’t you come over for lunch?”“How about desert? I will lick and taste that sweet pussy of yours. This time will make love. I want to fuck your pussy good. Get ready kitten! Mama is going to fuck you silly.”“Okay. Come over when you want. I just need to take a shower. I’ll leave the door open for you.”“Sounds great babe. See. Some of them are a bit random. Like she said, sometimes you get lucky, sometimes you don’t.”She suddenly turned to me, coming to a stop in the middle of the hallway.“Do you know what one of my favorite photographs is?”“Um ... I have no idea. I know Jane shows us a lot of cool ones, but I can’t remember most of the names.”“I didn’t see it in Jane’s class. It’s hanging up in your room.”I frowned at her. “Huh? You mean the one of Heather on the river?”“Aye.”I laughed. “All right. But it’s just,.