After my sexual summer session on Hennepin I had been chaste for a couple of weeks. It felt great to have a cock in my mouth, although Finch's was not...ing special. It was smaller than average and despite my expert attention it stubbornly remained slightly rubbery. My head bobbed up and down furiously, and my breathing grew labored. He wasn't really helping. His pelvic thrusts were weak and un-rhythmic. I switched to tongue flicks and flutters, licking, and then back to full deep throat sucking,. I have recently had strong desires to move further but really didn’t know anyone that could help me. I was chatting recently with one of my friends on Lush about our mutual desires and needs. I had said that I really would like to do the whole deal at least one time to see if I’m really as into it as I thought I was. I also mentioned that it wasn’t a lack of money that was stopping me it was just a lack of the right connections. The friend I was chatting with was Jacky. Jacky doesn’t live all. “Only a hack round the lanes when the weather’s OK; how about yourself?”“Well, I sometimes get my bike out on a fine day.” I quipped, “How many horses are there?” I inquired.Iris laughed, “Only my own now, he’s grazing in the meadow: several were stabled here before the war but with the price of hay in the winter...”“Ben said your husband was an officer in the war effort abroad; is he due any leave Iris?” I asked cautiously.There was an uncomfortable silence before she answered.“Ronald was lost. “We were in the laundry room. I was upset. She was comforting me.”“Upset about what?”“Nothing! But one thing led to another.” She threw herself back on the bed and covered her face. Then she looked at me accusingly. “Hey, you had fun, too. What were you thinking?”“Same thing you were, right?” I shook my head. “Those tits, right?”“Uh, no,” she said. Then she stared at me for a moment. “You do like her, don’t you?”“Oh, stop it.” I stood up and started pacing the room.“Yes, you do,” she was.