Looking at your second hand mismatched furniture from various charity shops it’s plainly obvious where your priorities lie.Your name is Caleb Monroe...and due to high unemployment in your home city you were forced to move to greener pastures to find a job. Greener pastures in this case is a rather dull and forgettable city called Jericho in the north of England.Glancing up at your clock you sigh.“3a.m. and time to sleep” you say to yourself.You have work in five hours, tomorrow will be another. I wondered if Jessica was home and could be tempted into taking a hot bath with me, and suddenly I was warm. I let myself in, and was assailed by the sound of pealing (and appealing) female laughter from the den. Bath time would have to wait, it appeared – we had company. I tucked the gifts I had bought in the closet in the hall, hung my coat and went to see who was here. The sight in the den was enough to make any scrooge forget about the cold and the snow and the horrors of crowded department. She looked up at me and I put my hand on her head."Suck his cock," I repeated as I stroked her hair. "You know you want to."Her hands trembled as she undid his pants. The sound of the zipper hissed in the stillness of the room as she released the swollen member from its confines. She stroked it a few times before taking it in her mouth. Gary moaned as her mouth worked him, his hand on her head and his eyes locked with hers."Fuck, you suck so good," he groaned."Suck that cock, baby," Brian. She moaned softly, making sure not to be too loud, as she pressed the pulsing toy to her swollen clit. Around and around she swirled it, fantasizing that it was his tongue that was creating the amazing sensations."Mmm, Mr. Russell,"she whispered quietly. She could hear her family moving about downstairs. Soon she felt the sensations getting stronger so she lay on the bed with her mirror tilted forward so she could see her dripping pussy. It was glistening with moisture and she could now feel it.