"I still might not."Harry smiled happily at her. "I doubt that judging from recent experience."They both laughed."I might say," she said, "you have ma...e me very, very happy too." She leant forward and gave him as soft and as chaste a kiss as he had given her. "You wait, my lad. You're going to learn what kissing's really about later."Harry cowered and they both laughed."We ought to order," he said. They wandered over hand in hand to the blackboard on the chimneypiece."I know what I'm going to. He asked me how i was feeling today and i told him, then he told me to get comfortable and he said, we are going to talk about your sex life today and i told him that shouldn’t take very long as i didn’t really have one, he said thats fine but its not just about that, its the whole area around this, he said you have been talking to me now for a while and iv never heard you mention it i told him its because i hardly have one to talk about and he said its OK, and he asked why there was hardly one. As soon as I pulled the foreskin down and moved my mouth around I heard him breathe deeply and sigh outward, his hand was rubbing my breasts and he was responding verbally, he let out a quiet moan. I loved performing fellatio on him, never as much with any man, than I did for him. He always seemed more appreciative and respectful. I couldn’t take it anymore– I wanted him so badly. I moved back up toward his face and snuggled into his chest, I was breathing him in. He moved so quickly now, and I. Much more than that though, it seemed to make me need Jon’s dads cock as well. I found myself desiring his big, masculine dick. Inside me and in my mouth. In such a short time, I seemed to have become almost cock obsessed. Knowing Jon’s dad was just in the other room, next to his wife, was torture. I wanted to crawl into bed with him and feel his big hands on my body and feel his mouth and tongue expertly and blissfully drain the cum from my aching cock and balls. Laying there, I imagined.