But it’s Kluso or me, you can’t have both.’ It was then that Janice realized how little he actually cared about her. It wasn’t quite, ‘If yo... loved me you’d have sex with me,’ but it was close enough. Janice imagined she could still feel the sting on her hand from slapping his face. It was the last they had seen or spoken to each other. She didn’t regret losing him, if that was even the way to look at it, but she did regret being alone. She was going to spend five years of spinsterhood only to. 'Yes sir', she replied nervously, 'What do you think it is', he queried, there was silence as she pondered his question, he pushed into her again, 'What's touching you intimately Jones', she swallowed hard, 'Is it your cock sir', the word cock was said so silently, he pressed his mouth into her ear, smelling her bodily scents, 'Louder Jones, say it louder', and she said, 'Your cock sir'.'Good girl' he spoke directly into her soft ear, his hot breath and tongue tickling her lobe, whilst at the. He's looking a bit worse for wear; his eyes bulging, spittle and drool decorating his chin and chest, the light decoration of capillaries about his face now a sunburst glaze and even now he seems unable to quite recapture his breath. Maybe if he should cum it might have a restive effect on his battered and trembling soul.Arabella, it seems is of the same belief. Helping him to his feet, she kneels before him, carefully places his twitching cock on her palm and gently grips the tip of the hat. After reaching her home she offered me to come inside, sit & chat for a while and say something interesting about the new city, college and lifestyle, as the conversation continued she flooded me with a lot of questions about women,wine, weather etc… and suddenly I noticed that there were voices coming only from the room we were in and not from the other rooms, out of curiosity I asked her is there anyone in the house and she replied nobody. All have been to their aunt’s place and would be back.