She didn’t move a muscle, except her leg kicking out behind her in frustration. She could taste my pre-cum, I was sure, but her self-control was str...ng. “Tongue.” I told her. She licked out as far as she could, quickly. She reached my throbbing head easily, licking it up and down, then circling the top. “Lips.” Her lips locked around my head, they worked back and forth, steadily milking it. Her tongue was still going strong, lapping at my leaking slit. I was biting my own lip, now. I pointed. I managed to get twelve books published and only went over to being a publisher because so many people were writing to me and asking how I did it, also it made sense financially. I am no spring chicken any more in my fifties and although I get a lot of compliments about my looks, you can't really be the face of modern erotica in your sixties. The TV interviews where getting less frequent. Still I have a few years left as a co-writer and publisher.At 1.50 pm the doorbell went, Lizzy stood there. I took the picture from a low angle, and I could see she was wearing black panties with white flowers on them. My cock stirred, beginning to engorge at t he thought of another gust of wind and the view I might receive. The sceene repeated at several cars, her breasts bulging out of the top of her dress in one, her thighs exposed in another, the round of her ass in another. I couldn’t take any more of it. We found ourselves in a less trafficked area. There was an unattended car here and she. . what was that? sunshine?! I felt myself start to sway slightly... Get a grip! Accustomed to being a woman in control of her sexuality, able to use her wiles to seduce at will, all sense of control was now being stolen from me by this stranger with a sarcastic manner and overwhelming presence. He stopped about a metre away from me and seemed to be breathing in deeply, his eyes momentarily closing..."Mmmmmm.... you even SMELL like a cookie!" The dark eyes flicked open, teasing and burning into.