I jumped out of the way and he didn’t pursue me.I liked Uncle Evil. I really didn’t want to because he was a lecherous old man. He endeared himsel... to me, though. He didn’t have a submissive and yet he was sort of the master of ceremonies, master of arms, security guard, maintenance man and all-around comedian. He even played an old-timey mandolin.As he played, he explained it was a song Jethro Tull called “Aqualung.” I didn’t understand all of the words, but the way he sang the song, sounded. We were looking forward to the company party as it would be the perfect opportunity to spend the night together. We arrange everything in advance. Our partners would stay at home taking care of the children, which was normal and would not raise any suspicion. We would spend some time at the party, and then later we would meet at a hotel.I was really excited when the day came. I had bought a very sexy black lingerie, and I was dying to wear it. When I arrived at the party, he was already there.. ”With that, he put a hand on the back of my head and pulled me forward. I opened my mouth and let him shove the head of his cock into my waiting mouth. With one hand massaging his tightening balls, I began to stroke the base of his cock with the other, all the while sucking on the pink head.He was firm, really firm, yet the head of his cock had almost a rubber like feel to it. I traced the rim of his cock’s head with my tongue, hitting a nerve spot on the bottom side and Tom let out a low. " Cool," I responded with a weak smile. Finding out that the Skins couldcome off so easily was a real relief. It made it a whole lot easier toloosen up and enjoy the experience."Oh yeah," mom added, almost as an afterthought, "she also told me thatyou shouldn't wear more than one Skin at a time." Okay," I responded absently, not seeing any reason that I would. Afterall, why would I want to put a Skin of myself on?Several seconds later, I started to smile a little more again, though atthe.