She had refused to even kiss my dick, much less put it in her mouth. She whispered, ‘Poor Baby’ as she put her hand on my trousers over my rapidl... hardening prick, gently squeezed it, and said that perhaps she should help me find out if I like my cock being sucked. She said even if I didn’t like it she would love to suck me off at least one time…..now….. just for her own pleasure if that was OK with me. Then she was totally and brutally honest with me. She said that she had given blowjobs to. Or was it? Did I want to relocate for two years or five or... ? If I were to retire, what sense would a move make? But what might I do? SciTech was a Western thing. And how does one make friends? Not those ladies up the coast. Nor that bloke in the pub. Not a golf club. Nor yachting nor flying. Nor flower-arranging.I wasn’t sure where to go next. Too many choices. I wasn’t even sure where to go next. Adelaide, perhaps. I’d like to see the Turner again. I had carried Patrick to see the “Alnwick. When she rolled off of me my cock was still hard and coated with her juices and I needed to cum. I looked over at Gwen and she was lying on her back with her eyes closed breathing hard and it came to me. I got up on my knees and aimed my cock right at her face and started jerking off. I pictured her on her knees taking load after load of other men’s cum and right before I came Gwen opened her eyes and saw where my cock was aiming and knew what I was going to do. I guess she was in shock because. My mouth started to water involuntarily. It was as I remembered. Big, hairless, and waiting for my mouth to savour.Peter held it in his right hand, and slowly pulled the foreskin back down the shaft, revealing the swollen head, shining in all its glory in the light of the corner lamp.I took a swig from my wine glass, and proceeded to kneel between Peters legs. I undid his belt, followed by the button, then slid his trousers, together with his boxer shorts, down his legs and off, taking his.