“I’m not like that any more,” he said.“I know it’s like me. I’m not drinking any more, but I’m still an alcoholic. I work through it eve...yday. If it was just me I’d give you a shot. I could never get the Sheriff to sign off on it,” I admitted. I knew it was a PR nightmare in the making.He seemed to take it well enough, but I made a note about it, then sent an email to John just in case.By the end of the week I had a retired court reporter, who was married to a small time lawyer. She was also a. The blunt tip of his cock feels like it is punching me right in the cervix. Tiny jolts of electricity race up my spine and I jump upwards to relieve the pressure. As I do, I feel my juices enveloping the whole of his cock and seeping out of me. I’m a mess! I slump down, collapsing and easing the clawing of his packs as his cock eases up on my G-spot and cervix. Just lying there, I try to relax a little but there is pressure on my clit now. The contrast is amazing. I just keep my bum in the air,. I had been unfaithful on a trip to London (see my story on first time 4 reasons). Christine had become bored with life looking after c***dren and took an evening job at the local night club in Wythenshawe Manchester, i wasn’t too happy with this but I wanted her to be happy and feel more fulfilled.she had to ware a short black waitress skirt and white blouse they provided for her. She took to wearing stockings instead of her usual tights saying they were cooler! . She was disappearing soon. I groaned, savoring that wonderful delight. I pressed deeper and deeper into her cunt. She gasped, her yellow eyes widening. Her pussy was so tight about my cock. Surprisingly so. Interesting.I grinned, loving the feel of her hot flesh wrapped about me. I pressed deeper into me. She moaned, her arms twitching over her head. Her legs flexed, rope groaning as she fought her bonds. I smiled as I bottomed out in her.My balls rested on her taint.“Kurtis!” she gasped, her cunt clenching about me..