This does not stop her from trying though. Her soft lips and wet tongue are doing their best to make me explode in her mouth. As she massages the un...erside with her tongue, her hand wraps around the exposed shaft and begins stroking me in the same rhythm as her bobbing head. I’m glad I didn’t give her ten minutes because the feeling is so exquisite that one extra minute would have me releasing torrents of warm spunk into her eager mouth. But I manage to hold back, knowing that when I do cum. A glass of champagne is handed to Lynn and she starts to feel a little more relaxed, whilst everyone in has acknowledged her, she doesn’t feel as if she’s being started at which had started to worry her being the only woman present. Lynn takes more notice of the crowd and starts to realise that the majority of the men present are pensioners like Tom. The other are more like misfits or train spotters, they even give of this appearance in there dinner jackets and bow ties. Lynn smiles to herself. Her ruby red hair fell back from her face as she drained the scarlet liquid, and then wiped her mouth on the napkin I had folded twenty minutes previous.She stroked her hair back, tucking it behind her ears, and looked at me. I knew what was going to happen. It is not easy being unemployed; society's expectations demand that I am the breadwinner but work is so hard to come by. As she read another of my rejection letters – I was down to the "final two" again – I knew what was coming. I had to. “One thing I noticed, though, was that you left poor Charlie completely hanging at the end of it ... All worked up with no mention of release. What kind of second-rate erotic author would do that?!”“Whoa, seems like I touched a nerve there, eh. Sorry about that, chief. Guess I just got carried away. I can always rewrite that final part with a killer release scene for you. Which would you prefer ... dropping your wad all over your computer screen, or a nearby picture of your beloved mother?” he.