“So where’s me reward then, cheeky lad,” she said, putting on the lilting Irish brogue I loved to death.“Right here’s your reward lass,” I...said as I stuck out my tongue and wiggled it at her.She hit me on the arm and called me a pig. Then she hopped off my lap and dragged me to her room just down the hall. By the time I had one boot off, her hair was out of its bun and wildly flying around as she worked on the fasteners of her dress. My second boot was barely on the floor when she stepped out. Bryce smile again.I placed my clothing on a chair and moved into the tub. Bryce stood and embraced me. I could feel his member against my thigh. He sat on the edge and guided my head towards his groin.I took his length into my mouth. Bryce is about 6'3" and his dick was long also. He wasn't thick. He kept his groin area trimmed.I began sucking and I could feel him grow in my mouth. I moved my fingers around his shaft and began stroking his length.I kept this going, alternating between stroking. And secondly, that doesn't surprise me at all." Seeking clarification, Gale replied, "You mean, it doesn't surprise you that I tried to see if they would fit me? Or, are you saying that you're not surprised to hear that they didn't fit me?" "Both, actually. "In other words, Gale, I'm not at all surprise to hear you say that you tried to see if they would fit you. "I mean, had the situation been reversed, had I been you and you been me, I know without the shadow of a doubt that my curiosity. Tons of junk jewelry, gold bangles on both wrists, multiple chain necklaces, and some big hoop earrings -- really brassy. High black fish net pantyhose -- I wanted thigh highs, but the saleslady insisted I was too tall for them, the tops would show below the little red mini. I thought that would be wickedly slutty, but she told me coldly I'd be raped or arrested for prostitution before I'd gone a hundred yards. And then five inch heels on black strappy shoes. The lady sitting next to me where I.