In the stillness, in the near absence of motion, with the barely perceptible rise and fall of her breasts, I felt my cock thickening, hardening, in my...pants. Almost leisurely I reached down and picked up her hand, sliding my fingers down the palm and over the wrist. It was warm and I felt her grip my hand, hold it. Without looking I pulled her hand towards me and spreading the palm, her hand under mine, begain to rotate it, pressing it in slow circular movements against my growing penis. Her. As I completely unbuttoned her and spread her shirt apart so as to have a good view of her breast. She was wearing a black bra and had a hook in the front. I put my face on her breast and started kissing her breast. My one hand now going down and pulling her short skirt up and running through the edges of her panties and between her thighs. My face was then between her two balls and trying hard to open up the hook with my mouth. I did succeed finally and exposed both her balls. She had a good. "I was thinking. We're not doing anything tonight. How about a game?"Jen shook her head. "No, Michael, not tonight. I'm not up for it. Tomorrow, maybe." Oh come on, it'll be fun. I have something special planned. Meet me at the Marriot bar, at seven."The last thing Jen wanted to do was play a game. But she was feeling guilty about her decision to not tell Michael about Carlos and the old man. "Okay, I'll see you there." Great, I love you. And wear something especially sexy tonight."Jen looked. ” “I’ve never actually done that one. My ex never really liked giving head, which really fucking sucked.” “Oh dude, you’re missing out.” “Yeah, I know.” “When’s the last time you got a blowjob?” “A while ago, like four years.” “Whaaaaat? Dude you’re overdue. Although, I shouldn’t talk, it’s been a while for me too.” “It’s fucking rough, I just miss feeling a warm, wet mouth around my cock.” As the words came out of me, I felt a twitch between my legs. My own cock had begun to fill with blood at.