"What the fuck are you doing Tommy?" I grabbed neatly coiffed hair on top of her head with one hand, the base of my now throbbing erection with the ot...er and aimed the swollen head at her open mouth. About half of the shaft went in her mouth before hitting her throat. Her heavily made up eyelids closed the false eyelashes fluttered. She moaned no protestations. She now squatted in a pool of her piss a stream trickled down the slope to the drain. Her oral skills were revealed as she took more of. With the help of a little wine and Jill's logic, Amy was now sure that John and Thomas could have been working together. If they were, she had been a victim of a plot and therefore, wasn't entirely to blame for what happened. At least that was her self-serving logic.The two women sat comfortably close on the sofa, starting the second bottle of wine. Amy had her feet on the coffee table and her knees up with her wineglass in her hand, resting on her knee. She was staring into the red liquid when. The socks. I never went to bed with the girlfriend I was destined to meet a couple of months in the future while wearing my socks. It was a girlfriend I would actually marry. But that’s another story because I was weeks away from meeting her in one of the market square pubs. Right then, on that afternoon, it was all about Mrs Hallam and her comfortable body. I was mad for her bald mound and wonderful pussy. I was eager to get my lips and tongue on those big loose folds and oversized clit.“Ooh,. ‘Fuck it,’ I said, and started stroking as I watched. She looked up to the sound of my voice and saw what I was doing. A slightly mysterious smile formed on her bow-shaped lips, a mix of her normal pleasure at my watching her and something else. Since it seemed like a question somehow, I answered, ‘If you’re going to insist on giving me hard-ons and blue balls, I’ll just go ahead and jack off when you do it. That okay with you?’ This was it, I told myself. I had found the thing that would be.