I felt myself spurt...over and over, felt her as she swallowed my load. She lifted her mouth from my cock, I saw cum trickling from her lips.....she l...cked it up with her tongue, squeezed my cock.....drew the last from me.As I fell back on the bed,she looked at me smiled...."Was that good baby?", she asked. "Oooooh.....ooh Mom", was all I could reply, She drew herself up on the bed, laid beside me, hand still stroking my cock. Her other hand lifted one of her breasts towards my face...."Suck my. I found myself more willing to listen to a side of Workingman’s Dead when I knew I could follow it with the second side of Abbey Road. Cathy would put up with twenty minutes of Miles Davis because she knew that she would throw on some Joni Mitchell. When we first moved in together, our record collections were so different that we only had a couple of duplications. After a few months of listening to each other’s music, it was a lot tougher to figure out what belonged to who in many cases. We had. “Of course,” I said.By 11.30, I figured they were probably “doing sex properly”, to use David’s words, so I went to bed. The doorbell rang about 11.45 and I threw on my dressing-gown and answered the door to find David standing there, looking forlorn and with blood-shot eyes. I suspected he’d been crying.At this point, I should mention that we had not been particularly tactile in our friendship up to now. Once the G-word had been discussed, David had taken to hugging me affectionately when I. She fell onto the bed. “Won’t be a moment,” she panted, opening her bedside table to retrieve one of her hundreds of sex toys. “Make yourself… comfortable!”The pink vibrator drew groans from her lips as she pressed it against her crack, sliding the toy along her slit as I stared at the sight in front of me. I was shocked by her lewdness. Did she want me to watch? Did she even forget it was me present and not one of her many lovers? The exhibitionist whimpered as her toy swept over her clit,.