“Ooh, yeah.”She stroked it and put near her face.“Ready, Ricky?” she asked.No, I wanted to say. But I nodded.“All right,” she said. She li...ked the tip first. I jerked a little. She moaned and kissed the tip to the bottom. “Sweet,” she said. She held it in her hand and smacked it against her lips. She giggled at that before licking it again.“Did you miss me, Ricky?” she asked.Before I could answer, my cock disappeared into her mouth and all I could see was the top of her head, her beautiful. He was staying with Eric; the incredible honor of being his houseguest overrode his English qualms about imposing. Besides, he got to meet Madam Olga! Was she ever an interesting character! He wasn't sure he believed her that Henry the Eight's body had been taken over by Anne Boelyn who was indeed a sorceresses and she then had him executed as her. His imagination wetted at the possibility of such a story!Rebel as usual refused all invitations. He just had to be different!JDG was the easily the. He pulled them down along with his boxers then straightened up again. I gulped, my eyes wide "oh my god that's a lot bigger than I thought it would be" I'd had an eight inched before and this was just longer and much fatter. " it's nine and a half actually" he said. "I fucking bet it is" I thought as I found myself kissing the head of his cock and then running my tongue down the entire length of his extremely hard swollen veiny cock. I playfully bit into the hardness making him groan before. Being pretty much constantly turned on by all the mental imagery from the net, and with all the shapely young bodies (male and female) that come in to the store walking right by me – not to mention Alison and Martina, my two young spandex-clad sales associates, I’m nearly always craving some, shall we say, stimulation. It used to be that when I’d get wet and aroused enough, and sitting behind the desk flexing my things together wasn’t enough, I’d wait until the girls were busy with customers.