I hope Toni’s gone home by now.Approaching her door I feel nervous. I ring her doorbell several times, no reply. She’s either out or still fucking...Terry. I give up, I’ll have to come back another time. As I go to exit the building I am approached by a girl who lives on the ground floor.“Are you looking for June? She went out about an hour ago with some bloke.”“Oh okay, thanks.”“No problem, I’m Trina by the way.”I look her up and down, dressed casually in vest top and tracksuit bottoms. Despite. Eventually told him Sharon was teaching me but he wouldn’t believe that either he thought Sharon would do nothing like that and demanded proof. Of course I couldn’t provide any. The following Saturday as Sharon entered my bed after we had a long deep kiss I let slip that I had told Phil about us. Sharon was absolutely bloody furious slapping me round the face hard twice and storming out of the bedroom telling that we were finished as she had warned me not to tell anyone. During the next couple. She retreated to "her room" to wait for her date. I was listening when he arrived and he was truly "thunderstruck." A lot of small talk and then she said: "Would you like to get comfortable?" He replied: "YES!" Clothes rustled and the faint sounds of kissing could be heard...then he exclaimed: "They are magnificent!" Referring to her beautiful breasts which are shown on my photo page from the time this was happening.He said: "Is it okay to kiss them?" She said: "Yes, but I prefer it. I take just a moment to roughly pull your top open and your breasts spill out, completely exposed to the warm night air. Now I return to your usage. I bring the engorged cock head back to your face and drag the wet tip across your lips, as your need to suck and slurp and envelop and eventually swallow flares ever greater inside. The deep, powerful craving inside you builds to the point where it is expressed in the form of several whimpering moans. “You need that cock in your mouth, don’t you ?”.