I gasp as your hand wraps around my hard cock. Your eyes widen as you realise what is in your hand. I am quite proud of my cock; eight inches long a...d very thick. You can barely get your hand around it. While you stroke my cock with one hand your hands pull my jeans to the floor and I step out of them. Standing there looking at you as you pull my briefs down giving you your first look at my throbbing cock.Gazing at my cock as your hand strokes up and down the shaft. “This is what you. "Don't you think so, Nikki?"There was a long pause before Nick answered as he contemplated his answer. "Yes." Tell me your name, my sweet," Danny said in an enticing, soothing way, as he slipped his arm around her shoulders.Nick bit his lower lip nervously before answering. He felt compelled to respond. His voice was barely audible. "My name is Nikki."Danny nodded. "That's right. You're a very sexy woman, Nikki, aren't you?"Nikki nodded. She suddenly felt like she was being swept along, as if. The combination is random but wonderfully held together in the florists’ wrap. “Thank you. Please, come on in.” I lead the way into the lounge as Jack shuts the door and follows me. He lets out a low whistle on surveying the room. His eyes take in the family photographs and stylish decorations, which have become my allocated hobby thanks to my husband. “You have a beautiful home, Pen.” Jack goes to stroke the family dog as she sleeps on the couch. Our beagle raises her head dolefully and lets. That’ll give me a little over an hour to get the place together. I can do this; no problem,” I added giving myself a little pep talk. Normally the train is packed when I leave work, but at this afternoon hour I was easily able to find a seat amongst the groups of teenagers and school kids who usually make the subway their own domain before the after-work rush hits. I placed my headphones over my ears, blocking out the sound of adolescent chirping as I settled into the plastic orange seat.