Right away I started to gag but I kept it in my mouth and started to swallow. Guess what? I don\'t gag anymore and I\'m glad I tasted it that day.Well...back to Sara. She now had her fingers deep in her pussy and was fucking herself and as my cock got hard again, isn\'t youth grand, I imagined me fucking her. Pounding and grinding my cock into her wet cunt just like the guys in the book did. Thats when something that wasn\'t in the book happened, and just like then, still makes me cum super hard. She feels his hands tangle and twine in her hair, pushing her mouth down on him. Meeting his hips as he thrusts into her mouth, she feels her juices run down the inside of her thigh, aching now to feel his hardness inside of her. Disengaging her mouth, she rubs her breasts on his body as she moves up to give him a long lingering kiss. Her mouth warm and tasting of him. With a soft sigh, she slides down on top of him. Feeling him respond. He shifts position, grabbing her by the hips and. I left with Henry, who only wanted me to get at you—once the police and the press lost interest in you he had no further use for me. I made friends with an older man who took me off to Barbados. After a couple of years he traded me in for a younger model. I hitched a ride with a group of lads bringing a yacht back to Spain. I ended up in Malaga where I met a nice English man. I thought he was a bit of a rough diamond, but he treated me well, and he seemed to be loaded. Well, he turned out to be. I was thinking about that morning. Jane hadn’t said anything, so she couldn’t have known I saw her. I got hard thinking about her and started to masturbate, but, stopped myself. “For fucks sake,” I thought. "She’s Brians wife. Pack it up.” I finally went to sleep about an hour later. I got up about nine, made myself tea and sat and watched the early morning news. Jane made an appearance about ten. “Have a good sleep?” she asked. I turned off the television and turned to look at her. She was.