It was nice that he showed me, I was relaxed that I knew he was safe. Without any further conversation, he began undressing, Seeing what he was doing,...and knowing that's what I'd come here for, I took off my clothes, hanging them on the corner of his closet door. I turned to him, he was naked, in pretty good shape, and his cock was already half hard. "What do you want to do first?" he asked. I shrugged "I don't care, what would you like?" He pulled back the covers on his bed, and laid down,. He told me that he had heard about it from his brother-in law and both reckoned it was the best hundred quid they had ever spent. ?Let me look at you,' came the order from the chair. I sidled over and stood two yards in front of her. Adopting a pose, I tried to look cool with a featureless expression and my legs apart so that the contour of my cock was clearly outlined. I sized her up. Above the long black boots was an expensive looking camel skirt, not in the least bit. After what seems an eternity she slides down, taking in one, three, four, and finally all nine inches I have to offer, letting out a little squeak as I try push into her. Then she lifts up to the tip of my penis, and dives down again, only to have me push up as she reaches the top and she let's out another amazing squeak. After the third time she picks up her tempo, ebbing and flowing, on top of me every know and then squeaking, and I can feel myself getting closer, as she orgasms one after. Your dream house is built, you've bought a few sports cars and such, and have pretty much been living like a rock star. But one thought keeps eating at the back of your mind.Melissa. The girl from your high school English class, the one you sat behind and fantasized about day after day. A petite blond with brains and a body to die for. Oh, she'd been nice enough to you, always smiling that pleasant little smile that told you she was too good for you. Always dressed so conservatively, so stuffy..