The woman had evidently been wearing a fancy sacque dress but was now in petticoat and stays while the young man fought her in shirtsleeves with the f...reflap of his britches open and his eager member flapping about. His purpose was obvious, but the two men watching were laughing at his difficulties in accomplishing his goal. I was only five or six feet behind the two spectators when one called out a clear offer of help and the other laughed. The would-be rapist, holding the struggling woman by. I was so aroused. As he stood before me, I took his cock into my two hands and I began to kiss and lick it. When I saw his pre-cum, for the first time, I took the end of his cock right into my mouth and suckled the head of it while tonguing the tip. He began to stroke into my mouth. I let him, but kept one hand at the base of his shaft and restrained him to limit the speed and depth. My other hand cupped his bag-of-balls in my palm. I took in about half of his length, and he filled much of my. Out poured what looked like thirty to forty pairs of spectacles. He smiled at her. "I loved that show and I had the same phobia. Welcome to the book/glasses nerd club."The woman started to laugh — and found she couldn't stop. The laughter turned to tears. It had been a long time since she’d laughed let alone met or interacted with anyone. She stood up and emptied her brown backpack. It was full of glasses and a few cocktail umbrellas. She’d once had a large collection of the tiny umbrellas; now. ” In bending over, I frantically removed and threw aside shoes and socks. Bending forward, her scent still hung in the air. I straightened up only partially and looked up to ask, “Before we change place, I’ve one more request. Can I first see how wet you are?” Megan smiled, nearly giggling in delight answering, “You really do like my body. Of course, you can. But, be careful and remember it’ll be my turn next.” She moved close. My head was level with her center. The moisture on her folds and.