Make no mistake – this wasn't one of those. Nor was the next one. And the one after that. And when it broke, all I could do was bury my face into th... junction between her neck and shoulder and breathe in deeply the alluring whiff of perfume."So, you LIKE kissing," she said. "Not only that, you're GOOD at it." Mmmmmmm so are you," I said."Still need some time to think?" she asked as she repositioned herself on my lap."Think? What's this 'think' of which you speak," I questioned. She was close. Not only did she enjoy giving head but she is a master at it, a true artist if I must say.“Ok, now you tell me yours,” Susan said.“Well mine is a lot easier to tell you now that I’ve heard yours. I’ve had this fantasy for quite a few years. I just never knew how to tell you about it. My fantasy is for me to have sex with you while you suck another man’s cock.”“Really, you would share me that way with another man? That sounds more like a fantasy for me than you.”“We could make it a fantasy for. On the upper floor were two bedrooms, another bathroom and a study room. One of the bedrooms upstairs was occupied by both his grandparents.His granddad took them all on a sightseeing of the town in his car. His mom sat next to his granddad while he and his grandma sat behind. Charles could make out houses. Some big, like his grandparents and some smaller than even his car garage back in Manchester. He saw shops. He saw pubs. He even saw a church. He saw other buildings, including his old. Unfortunately the conversation wouldn’t last more than a minute or so and the girl did not pull any more pictures out, otherwise there’s no doubt I would have spunked my pants – a girl seeing this pervert buying his miniskirt pics and getting into a state seeing Miss Linda’s bare knix photo? No doubt about it. After a few visits that all finished, but I did discover somewhere else I could find the back numbers I didn’t have, as well as more Spick & Span photos. They had a mail order operation.