I told him to kneel down and suck it. So he did but first he pulled his pants down and started playing with his dick. He grabbed my dick with his righ... hand and begins stroking it, it felt so good. He was looking at it like if he had never seen one that close. He was exploring it. He liked the tip of it before he took it all in his mouth. It felt so good; I had not had anyone suck my dick in years and I was loving it. I told him to suck my balls too. To take them in his sweet mouth he didn't. ‘For a while that tattoo gave me plenty of grief. I couldn’t wear my bikini and some of my favourite dresses and tops were out of the question. Even then I had to be very careful how I dressed and how I moved in company. I couldn’t let anyone look over my shoulder at work and even getting shopping out of the trolley was tricky. Those checkout chicks tell everyone everything. ‘I was in a supermarket the first time someone really saw it. As I leant to get the frozen peas from the freezer, a black. You wouldn’t be surprised if you worked with me. Just think about it. Helping a customer try on a shoe that’s often a size too small, your hand curls round her calf and you look up for approval - “ “Noting the knickers on the way,” Harold interjected. “Yes, but also quite often seeing a look in the customer’s eyes that has nothing to do with shoes. More about wondering how it would be to have that hand wander a bit further up her leg.” “And that really happens?” “Oh yes. I’ve had more than one. " With that she pulled off her T-shirt and said "not even this" as stood there totally naked I heard the front door open I grabbed the blanket and met Jim in the hallway. "Last one and I’m off mate" " got every thing? Guess I’ll have to go and get cooking gear" " Yep why don’t you try Vinnies that’s where I go." Jim walked me out to the car, he appeared to be a bit uncomfortable probably with what he had done to remain in the house and was quite astounded to hear I still had no where to live. .