We've been going out for four years now. Michael doesn't want to get married until he's thirty. That will be in two years. I'm kinda happy with the wa... things are. I live at home for free. I'm saving a ton of money and I'm enjoying life but, I think I'm missing something and I haven't figured out what exactly it is.”“But you want to give him blow jobs?” She had that look again.“It might help move things along, I don't know. I'd like to have an orgasm now and then. Right now I just go home and. Kneeling before him as he sits, he looks a giant, even bigger than he does when he takes me in our marital bed. He towers over me, his broad shoulders and chest a shield-wall of muscle and scar-tissue, his powerful legs corded with muscle, and between them his warrior's weapon, raised for assault and glistening in the flickering firelight.I think I know what's coming next.With the þrall's fingers in my hair I let her guide my lips to his shaft. She shows me the shape to make with my mouth,. They were focussed on his lithe form, gliding through the water so effortlessly. I sat, applying my sun cream, thankfully undetected as I lingered, rubbing the lotion on my breasts, feeling extra moisture gathering in my already wet bikini. Finished with the cream, I lay back on the lounger as Mike hauled himself out to join me.As he approached, I was once again thankful of my shades. The thin material of his wet shorts clung revealingly to his crotch and the clear outline of his flaccid. It was a smaller one in length but much thicker.“Do you want to drink this milk or should your pantie clean it?” his message followed.I kept looking at the photo. The dick was looking so nice. I felt like licking it. I didn’t say anything.“Your panty is good at cleaning the dick of my friend. I have not told him that it’s yours. Do you know you are a whore? Even though you are an educated and high-class girl, inside you are just a third-class cheap whore.”“When I sucked you like one, you.