As his tongue searched her mouth he ran his hands down to her tits and began to rub them through her shirt. She had nice firm tits and her nipples got...hard at his touch. He kissed her a long time as his hands felt every inch of her tits. He then shoved his hands under her top and really felt those nice round titties. She seemed t love his hands all over her firm mounds and he then said "Take your shirt off baby and let me see your magnificent tits." She smiled and pulled her top over her head. If you looked for the definition of 'average' in the dictionary, you would find John Deer there as an example. Average height, average build, neither handsome nor ugly, average job and hobbies, brown eyes, average sized dick. There was nothing remarkable about me other than the fact that I was utterly unremarkable. I had never been lucky with women, most sticking around long enough to get bored and then bailing.It was all becoming too much and one day, I reached breaking point. I needed to get. "And you wanna make Hazzy feel good don't you?" another quick nod. I beamed cheekily and bit his lip grazing it slightly. I lifted his strippy shirt over his tanned body revealing his rippiling abs. He was so fucking gorgeous, I could just pin him down, fuck him hard right now but I wasn't going to. I was going to tease the slut...I got him on his hands and knees his firm little ass stuck in the air. I slowly dipped my tounge in his puclerd little rose. I moan rumbled deep in his throat as I. .. what? Oh yes, I'm Lord Pecan, buggered if I can ever remember which one, still, not the one who murdered his cook, allegedly. No, no, cook is just fine... or indeed the daft beggar who charged somebody or others sodding guns. Who else? Ah, hmm, oh yes, well a couple of the reg'lars y'know, oh, and Smithy, he's into piles y'know. No no, big steel thingies, nothing to do with his bum. And young Pook. Nice lad, quite often joins us old codgers, intelligent lad, takes an interest, always askin'.