Ron tries to fight it, but is losing badly. “Oh, God. Her hand is so warm. NO! No! Can’t get hard! Think about Basketball, Cold Showers…DNAmy!!!...�� She keeps stroking, with each movement getting Ron harder & harder. It starts to turn her on, also. As she can feel herself getting wet between her legs. “I can’t believe this. Just stroking this monster is getting me off. I gotta have this in my mouth.”Mrs. Possible squats down as she continues to stroke Ron’s shaft. Ron has a worried look on his. Then she raised her head and put her lips to mine and we shared a wet, passionate, semen-laden kiss.Our little spell was broken by a knock at the door. It was room service with our champagne and strawberries. Neither one of us bothered to grab any clothing as I opened the door, not that there was much to be found. The waiter placed the tray on the table near the couch, remaining professional throughout and for that he received a nice tip. He gave me a wink as he left the room. I was hoping that. Jacques protested, but Thuy and Paul both had come to accept the fact that Monique and I were inseparable and as we would be just next door, they could be confident we would not get into too much trouble. I think it helped that we ended up having dinner at the LeClerc's most days since none of us particularly felt like cooking often.The change did have one blessing. Jacques had recently started to get rather aggressive towards me if he caught me alone. He was tentative, but it was clear he had. I unfastened and unzipped his trousers, revealing a large cock, smothered in red briefs. I pulled his trousers down and slowly kissed his bulge, taking in his manly scent.Taking a moment to enjoy my most recent favorite past time.... fondling a boner in sexy underwear. I pulled out this large ebony treat and began sucking with great enthusiasm. His member was not quite as big as Damien, but big enough. "You like black cock, don't you, you sissy slut?" He barked humiliatingly, grabbing my hair.