As I lowered the fabric further, more of my length was exposed, veined with thick blue cords. Then finally the band passed beneath the swollen mushroo... shaped head of my cock as it sprang out and away from my balls. Joan leant forward, her hand gripping her thigh. Her bottom lip was caught in her teeth as she breathed sharply. My cock throbbed to the beat of my heart, bobbing in front of her face. She looked up at me. Her lips parted. Her other hand rose. "May I?" She asked. I didn't trust. For pity’s sake, why didn’t one of us have a wing-man, or wing-woman, whatever! This must have gone on for weeks, and it probably would have kept going on if one day I didn’t look at my watch, lose my grip on my books and then spill them with a shriek all over the floor in front of Rick. It’s possible that I orchestrated it; I don’t remember. Okay, I DO remember, but I’m not telling. Anyway, I mouthed some suitable sixteen-year-old curse like ‘bugger’ and went to ground to start picking. I pulled my wet, hard tongue out just long enough to suck her love button forcibly into my wanting mouth. Her clit was stiff and soaking in the sweet flavor of her love juices I knew so well. I nibbled and sucked on it, savoring it like a piece of hard, gourmet candy. Bryce was still groping one breast and sucking hard on her neck, his other hand on her back, pulling her torso into his chest. Her breathing was becoming more erratic, so he released her, laying her head down gently on the. McCarthy wanted greedy, then I'd take some fuckin' cream too. I bought big on the margin, sweated like a fool through a couple of little spikes and dips, sold out two days before McCarthy dumped his stake and sent the price through the floor. Another three hundred big ones for me. I reckoned that with the bonus at the end of the day, that'd take me into the six zeroes that I'd promised myself. So the wanting kinda faded away. Mission accomplished. When I'd closed the account I cancelled my gym.