I talked about the two pages of pictures, some before and some after the projects to show what we had accomplished. When I got to the point of turning...the next page, she just waited for me and when my hand again brushed her tit both going and coming and landed on her thigh, she again made no indication of noticing, although I thought there might have been just a tad more arch to her back... so now it was even harder to turn the pages without touching her.The next time I turned a page and drew. I told him that it was no fun watching alone unless you are jacking off and fantasising. He agreed and commented or admitted he was thinking about jacking off.To make a long story short, I offered to help him out if he didnt mind a guy touching him. He was a little hesitant at first, but the porn begin to get to him and told me to go for it. I got on my knees and took out his dick, and slowly beging to lick on it, and then took it in my mouth and slowly started to give him a blow job. I sucked. Right? I guess going down the corridor to the shower room is out, but you've your own washbasin and toilet?" Again I nodded, wondering at his practical appraisal of the situation and again asking myself how he came to knock on my door. For some reason I had no fear that he would hurt me but why would he arrive at that time? Did she send him? I didn't know they even spoke to each other and he definitely wasn't in her circle of friends. After a moment's silent thought he went on, "Cold towel. “now pull up just a little and push down hard onto your daddy’s cock sweetie”Sandy lifted her hips and dropped down faster, I felt her hymen yield and she winced in pain, sliding down further. She managed to get about 4 inches inside her. I held her hips, never taking my eyes of hers, holding her in place to let her adjust. Sandy’s pussy was insanely tight and she was finding it difficult to accommodate me. As she lifted one more time, my cock almost popped right out. This time she was going to.