(I knew she was pretty experienced, more so than me, and had had quite a few relationships before we got together, but she had only ever made the occa...ional passing reference to these.) So that night when I had my cock up her juicy, ready and hairy cunt, slowly sliding it up and down, I asked her to tell me a story. She did so and rather to my surprise I found that I was getting more and more excited as her tale, with the occasional question or comment from me, unfolded. In fact when she got to. I turned and started to suck on him. This was not like the last guy, this guy never said a word for a while. I was doing my best to take his cock, but my mind was thinking how great this would be inside me. The guy suddenly pulled his cock back and sat down. I quickly did the same as I didn’t want him to see my face.A moment later his finger appeared at the hole again, “shit” I thought to myself he wants to suck me. I figured “what the hell” and figured maybe he would want a guy’s butt. I stood. A wanker can’t choose when he sees what he needs to see – it can only happen by accident or when a Goddess decides you can. I’m in a trance and Miss Michelle is putting on a real show with Her tight skimpy top, it doesn’t occur to me why She’s doing this, and I’m not repairing the copier. I can hear giggles and laughter but I’ve no idea where it’s coming from, and I don’t think it’s anything to do with what’s happening here. I’m too hypnotised by what Miss Michele is doing to think about. And the zipper being open. As Leigh slides her hand inside my pants, and grabbing my now rock hard cock. I moan a little more. She whispers in my ear once more: "Doesn't that feel better?" My words choke as they come out. "Uh huh." I say. Her warm hand slides up and down my shaft gently. Feeling every inch with her warm fingers. Reaching the bottom of my pole, she cups my balls and gives them a firm, yet gentle, squeeze. Producing a deeper groan from my throat. Leigh slides her hand out from my.