I'd have to tell Jen about how to dress too. Nothing too fancy, just nice. She'd have to take some casual clothes with her in an overnight bag to wear...home Sunday. That went on the list as item nine.That was all I could do that night so I did some studying, then hit the sack early. I slept well and dreamed a nice dream about my planned date with Jen.When I got up the next morning, I passed Jen in the hall on my way to the bath room. I whispered to her, "ask me for a ride to school at. She crossed her legs on the rock and began to eat. She watched Nathan carefully for a few moments and then cleared her throat. ‘What do you want now?’ he asked playfully. Charlie picked at the crusts he left on the sandwich, depositing small bits of them in her mouth. ‘Why don’t you have a girlfriend?’ Nathan’s head snapped around to look at her. Nothing in her posture or demeanor told him that she was being manipulative or crafty. She merely sat on a rock, eating a sandwich. The look on her. I used my tongue to lick. around the head before I sucked the tip into my mouth. Still tasting the sweetness, I ran my tongue around the base of the head and over the opening at the very tip. He sat very still and allowed me my fun. I knew he was watching me work as I was tied and trying to keep the tip where I wanted it.I felt him shift on top of me as his cock went deeper and deeper into my mouth. Oh, so slow I felt it creep down my throat as he shifted his body over mine to make it easier. This long weekend was the only planned meet though.Most of the women had gone to bed, all except Jo, who sat with her head on Andy’s shoulder and listened to us talking rubbish to each other. She once pointed out that we were all experts at football and never went to a game, politics and only voted sometimes, and Strictly Come Dancing, though not one of us could dance anything but a ‘Dad dance’. We all agreed, no one took offence at being call a poncy hypocrite. It was all in good heart. Derek.