I looked up at him and smiled , he was so fucking beautiful , stroking himself ready . I nearly lunged at him , I wanted his dick more than anything I...have ever experienced at that point , he grabbed my neck and the head of his cock grazed my lips , like a vice , halting me his other hand holding the head of his dick glistening over my lips , teasing me , taunting me , I tried to take him in , a little desperately maybe , that smile , the bastard he had me again . He began the smack my face. We were having sex but I didn’t find it great, he was not well endowed but was very useful with his tongue, although returning oral please to him was a bit unrewarding as he was not much of a mouthful and he took ages to cum. He was obsessed with porn magazines and I think he spent too much time wanking!The hotel we stayed at was full-board so we were allocated seats in the restaurant for the week. On the second night a young black guy by himself called Len was allocated the seat next to us. . ‘It’s arousing, isn’t it?’ she asks, raising her eyebrows at me. ‘If he’s as big as his dad it must be very arousing!’ she laughs. Jenny has always been blunt when talking about sex and makes frequent reference to John’s size. She doesn’t realize that I have first hand knowledge. ‘He’s my nephew!’ I assert but her description is pretty accurate and I’ve been fingering my pussy everyday after he leaves. ‘Nephew or not, he’s a man with a hard-on caused by looking at your body,’ she says. ‘How can. ” “Everything else?” “Do you know “The Orchard of Infinite Delights?” I confessed I had never heard of it. “It’s an Indian erotic fable. You have to see the orchard as an allegory of sex. Each tree in the orchard - and there are many - bears a different fruit. On the fringes they may be crisp and sharp, stimulating the taste buds. As you move on, succeeding trees offer other flavours, fleshy, juicy and ripe to be devoured. Finally, in the middle of the orchard stands the tallest tree, and on.