So I was right. It was as though she had been on an alcohol-fuelled high all week, brazenly flaunting herself, and now she had come down with a sudde... crisis of confidence. I tried to reassure her again that I thought she looked really sexy in her clinging outfits, and had no need to feel self conscious. But she continued: And I'm spilling out of all my bras, some are becoming quite uncomfortable. Maybe you do need to buy a few new clothes then, I ventured, but mum said: I haven't got the. I can’t help myself. I wish your filthy hands were all over this tight body.Me: And I want that dirty mouth all over my twitching cock. I want your slobber to run down to my balls as you suck me dry.Kristika (rubbing herself slowly as she listens and touches herself): It’s like you’re in my mind. I wanna suck that cock. Lick that juicy pink tip and taste your pre-cum so bad.Me: Oh yea?Kristika (rubbing harder): Then I want to twirl my tongue round and round on that juicy pink tip…pull the skin. And I kissed and massaged my way back up you. I paused at your cock and gave you a little lick and I heard you moan that you liked that and wanted more. I rubbed my body over you. I could feel and see you getting hard. I pulled off your underwear. It was hard and I knew that I just had to taste it. I took you into my mouth and gave you one long slow suck to linger on the taste and feel of you in my mouth. I knew that I was getting very wet and I just wanted to feel you in me. I wanted to feel. Angelito lay passive. Harold rubbed the throbbing purple head and squeezedthe shaft. Suddenly the swollen dick twitched andquivered, Harold gripped it tight at the base and grippedAngelito’s balls squeezing them. Angelito cried out. “You hurt my balls nice.” Harold gripped and squeezed and pulled the rigid cockforwards and forwards still squeezing it tightly at thebase bringing it down until it was level with Angelito’sthighs. Angelito gasped and Harold suddenly.