I figured you'd .. look afterme" Then I realised that he had the most MASSIVE erection. It was causing a ridge in the duvet.I looked at it, and he lo...ked at it.He may have blushed, but I really couldn't tell."Sorry" he whispered, and gulped. "It's probably my fault" I admitted "Unless you're just like that in the morning anyway, LOTS of guys are!Don't be embarrassed" I said with a wicked grin"Look I'm old enough to be... I'm a LOT older than you" I pulled the duvet down, and he wasn't. Robyn laughed, “Maybe you better let me take care of this.” She pushed me aside and took him into her mouth. After several attempts, she was no further than I had been. “Let’s take care of this together,” she suggested. We both began licking up and down his shaft on both sides. Then she said, “You know what I like?”I responded, “His balls.”“How did you know that?”“You told me several times in the chat room. Don’t you remember?”She turned around, laying on her back, with her head on my. So I’d forgotten I had them. Now, looking at them, I remembered. It’s a shame those particular brain cells survived, I guess. There I was, looking at my little baggy of magic pills, and I had a bad idea. Have I mentioned that I can make some really stupid choices? I thought ... brownies! Go ahead, shake your head now.If you have a brain, you’re probably thinking, hey, don’t chemicals change after years in a box undisturbed, exposed to heat, cold, damp, and god-knows-what? And baking those into. It was small and cosy, with a carpet, desk, small settee, pictures, a few other odd bits of furniture, and bright windows looking out over the playing fields. She was sitting behind her desk as I entered but got up to greet me. Her face broke into a broad smile as she saw me and she said, "Ah Liz. So glad you could come. Hold on a minute, let me lock this door - we don't want to be disturbed do we!"I mumbled something in agreement, still a bit embarrassed about the whole thing."Now, come and.