His limp cock dangled inches from her mouth and she snagged it with one hand and sucked it into her mouth. It was so tight, and her teeth weren’t t...o friendly, but she got it inside, but unlike her previous attempts to suck him off, she seemed to be doing something different…and then he felt his head slide beyond her mouth and down into her throat. Apparently all of the forced feeding had taught her to control her gag reflex and she was deep throating him. He could feel her ragged breath. I asked if she meant a stranger or someone we know. She just stated that if it was someone we know they would have to promise not to tell.For a while this led to us talking in bed about guys we know and which order of preference she would put them and also which guys she thought really wanted to shag her. She loved it when i told her my Best mate had admitted to frequently jerking off about her and how much he loved her big tits.I asked her several more times in the same manner if she would do. Her muscles stiffened as I gently stroked her legs and she closed her eyes, letting out a groan of pleasure. “That feels so good”, she purred. I let the tips of my fingers loose upon her body, running down her tense legs and her straight back, and then I took the bottom of her dress and pulled it up as she raised her arms so that I could pull it over her head. I dropped my towel, and we looked at each other naked, my cock standing out hard. “Take me”, she said as she slid down onto the bed, her. ‘How the fuck are you, man!?!’ Apricot Jones, as he was wont to be called, was one of the first people that befriended me after my hat took me away from Woodstock and hurtled me forward into the 1980’s. The three of us (Apricot, Newton and I) were practically inseparable for several months, but unfortunately Apricot joined the Army as a way of showing up his mother, who wanted him to join the Army. Or something like that… I never quite understood it. Also unfortunately, we didn’t keep in touch.