Then, fixing her eyes on me, she started to gently stroke my shaft. It's funny, but I've come across very few women who know how to wank a man well, b...t Catherine was an artist. She lightly gripped the upper part of the shaft and tip in her palm and slowly, rhythmically stroked it, all the while staring at me with those beautiful eyes, a wicked smile on her lips. It was divine..."Oh Catherine, I want my cock inside you!" I moaned, "Let me fuck you, Catherine!" I pleaded as she got up again to. Anyways waiting on a mutual friend. She had only an hour left before she was going to be back, so to kill the hour we surfed the internet and listened to music. Looking at the time nervously he tried harder and harder to get closer to me. I blindly never got the hint. During an argument about good and bad bands, he tickled me trying to get me to give in to my argument. I however, not willing to give up, began to tackled him with ever bit of my strength.. ' Trying to steady my shaking hand, I bought a copy of The Sun and saw on the front page a large clear photograph of the girl now hiding in the car park loos, a couple of hundred yards away. It showed Sarah topless, in a carefree pose at the beach. If I hadn't known its dreadful import, it would have made me sigh at her natural sexiness, the unembarrassed smile that shone straight at me.I went to the chemist, intent on buying bleach, makeup for a blonde, hairdressing scissors, and dark glasses.. "I regret, sir, that we may have to take action if you continue in this manner. I will ask you again sir to please sit down quietly." Your threats cannot stop the word of the Lor..." He was cut off by the nearest Marine firing something at him and he collapsed to the floor. His wife screamed and immediately bent down to try to help him. The Marine who had fired said something to her and she seemed to calm down a bit. His son David looked down at his unconscious father and began to think.