What was wrong with him? ‘Ok, no more foreplay,’ he laughed, releasing her so eagerly she almost felt disappointed. ‘What do you want?’ He as...ed casually, removing his belt. ‘I want to make a phone call,’ she stated her request, biting her lips in frustration because, hating the fact that she needed his permission. ‘Who do want to call?’ Damon raised an eyebrow, his voice mocking. ‘Alex?’ She was amazing… Did she still believe she had chances with Alex? Why shouldn’t she, Alex would be a. His eyes suddenly flicked up to her face, stopping at her lips of course; one corner of which was curled up in an amused grin. His eyes moved further up to hers, and as they locked gazes for a moment, she paused in whatever she had been talking about and he could see... something in her piercing eyes that he couldn't quite recognize. Satisfaction? And then, she suddenly winked at him and continued on with the business as if nothing had happened. He looked back down at the paper to avoid her. She used to tell me about her periods and sometimes what type bra and panty she is wearing but we never thought we would get a twist in our relation. Since she wasn’t my girlfriend we never did something more than hugging when we feel loved like best friends. But recently on her birthday we had a blast with friends and something more happened between us. We had a party in a pub. Neither of us used to drink alcohol but she always told me that she wanted to taste liquor to which I always answered. As I stepped out of my slacks, Lynn looked down at my cock and exclaimed, “Oh, Bill! It’s really big!”“That’s what you do to me, sweetie.”Then she took it in her little hand and whispered, “It’s really hard too! Tell me what to do.”“Stroke it like this,” I said as I showed her how.“Does that feel good?”“It feels wonderful, sweetie,” I said as I took her head in my hands and we kissed.After a few minutes, I sat down and Lynn knelt on the floor between my legs. She continued to stroke my cock as.