I was more likely to step on my own dick than to impress one of the women, and it was hardly long enough for that to happen. I turned pessimist, expec...ing the worst, but still hanging out as much as the women would let me. As long as I spent more time listening than talking – easy for me – they found me much more tolerable.I had more than a few women cry on my shoulder when they got shit on by men who were jerks. That never translated into wanting anything more than a shoulder to cry on though.. We arranged to meet at his home one day while his wife was at work, we arrived and chatted for a while, it was obvious everyone was a little nervous but Tom led us to room that had a velour sofa bed, true to his word Tom photographed me in several seductive positions each getting a little more daring than the last, fully clothed, nylons, up skirt then underwear, I could clearly see Tom’s erection bulging through his trousers, looking him in the eyes I put my hand over his bulge and gently. Just watch the door and be prepared” you tell her. “Lock the door and breath 10 minutes” you say as you grab her hand. She blushes hard and mumbles something. You want to ask her but weapon fire is growing louder and you know you have to reinforce. As you step out and steel yourself to the violence you have to commit you consider how that woman looked at you all day. [what the fuck man, stop thinking about the chick and get your mind right. People are dying here] you think to yourself as you. He really had his way with me last night. I’m practically drooling with his massive, pretty cock twitching just inches from my mouth. I am no match for that kind of temptation. I slowly descend onto him, wrapping my lips around his thick manhood. Mmm, so salty as I bob on his swollen knob before sliding my tongue down his shaft to his beautiful, cum-filled balls. I plant sensual kisses on each of his plump balls and lick the inside of his thighs before squeezing his thick shaft and guiding him.