" He seemed totally unconcerned, standing there with his hands on his hips, his privates bared to all the world (and his friends!). Jane, for no reaso... she could understand, felt nervous.Weird little oddity? The truth was, she'd never been really curious about penises. They were just there—some people owned them, some didn't. Some people were interested in them. She wasn't (she hadn't been). Maybe she would be, later... But she wasn't now.She knelt in front of him, eye-level with his crotch.She. Under it was nothing at all. Just her hard nipples poking through the fishnet and her smooth, shiny pussy and ass peaking out from under the skirt. "Well, quit staring and get dressed," she repeated.I picked up the things she put on the couch. A leather harness that went over my shoulders like suspenders and split at the crotch so my cock would be free to hang out. A cock ring, and a leash. "You're going to love this," she said with an evil grin. I got dressed as ordered and waited for her.. It felt like I shot a good hard 10 spurts in her and she even said it felt like a cannon...lol. We must have fucked on and off thru the night 3-4 times. In the morning I was hung over and she was still out cold. I had to go and tried to wake her before I left but she was out cold still so I took off. I didn't see her again for at least a month or so and I happened to be with my girlfriend...talk about panic but she was actually very cool and polite and very nice to my girlfriend. Of course. Grandpa had just finished the brief story about his friend and our neighbour [if a gap of hundred acres of garden and managed forest could be disregarded]."Jen, why don't you take the apple pie and lamb-tagine to uncle Barry," Mum's mesmerising soft voice carried clearly across the room. No one had heard our mum shout. She did not need to. Her silence was deafening.I was Jen to my family, Jenny to my friends and when my mum called me Jennifer I was in trouble.I could not say how 'common' it was.