Just the same, he was a very good lover.Pete had been different. He was happy to lead Brenda and let her tell him if she wanted something different. W...th so much less experience, it was hard for Brenda to say that Pete was better or not but she felt something completely different with him. That feeling was absent with Randall and every other man she had known with the exception of Mike Wilson, her first. She still dreamed of Mike and his gentle way of bringing her to orgasm. Perhaps he was. “Do you want my cock?” she said.“Oh yes, I want to suck your cock,” Bret said, surprised at what he had just verbalized.“Do you, sweetie? Come over here and blow me.”Bret made his way over to Stacy’s spot on their king-sized bed. At that momemt, she got up on her knees and held the dildo in place in between her legs. Bret looked up at her beautiful form – long hair, big tits and now, a big cock.Bret took it into his mouth and imagined that he was giving a real man a blowjob. His cock hardened. Her synchronised movements made me imagine that the cockthat was being stroked was what was being forced into my mouth.She obviously realised that I was close to orgasm, because she stood upand pulled me to my feet. She took me across to the table. "I guessthat this glass is here ready for use," she said. "Hold your skirt up."So I found myself in the same situation that I had been the previousevening. Standing, holding my skirt up, with my knickers pulled down tomy thighs, while expert fingers. All we needed now was to find guest hosts and chefs. I thought we were trying to make things easier.Whitney was on fire. I'd learned to expect this with the opening of basketball season. As soon as practice started in October, she'd begun to brighten up. With the first game on the 16th, it was like she suddenly awoke from her summer nap. It had been almost eleven months since her injury and not playing ball all that time had drained her. She truly loved basketball.Playing the Lady Hoosier Stars.