Claire’s tongue flicked over the head as she began to gently but softly fellate me, one hand cupping my balls, the other hand keeping the plate in p...ace, the toast centred upon it. Claire’s head moved up and down, her lips in constant contact with my shaft. Her tongue pressed against the head on the upward movement, tickling the frenum. On the downward motion she ran her tongue along the ridge on the underside of my cock. Claire lifted her head, her fist wrapped around my shaft. She pumped her. She could see how a girl could fall for that shy smile of his, the slender physique. He was pretty damn cute, honestly. No, not cute. Hot. He was actually really hot. God DAMN was he hot. How had she never noticed before? Had a man ever been so hot? He was hardly a man at all – more like an Adonis, perfectly sculpted to inform her every sexual desire. She had to have him. Kiss him. Touch him. Fuck him. Oh shit, she had to fuck him. Get him inside her. She hardly cared where. Her mouth, her. He needed a sleeping gown and a robe since he needed toget some sleep, they got them too.Harry drove back (remember, he has no license, but he normally drove withhimself and Barbara in the car), he needed to adjust the seat and themirrors. Barbara said "Maybe you need a booster seat?" He looked at himlike the devil incarnate!Before they arrived, Barbara told him that Steven was up, 6 hours ago,and he was just looking at him in the mirror crying and crying. Harrylooked at her and said, "I. Her husband Rich and I enjoyed sitting back, beer in hand, watching our wives sing and sometimes butcher the lyrics. Rich was a great guy. He served in our nations Army and was going on an overseas deployment for six months. Fiamma had come to my wife to ask her for help in getting a going away present for Rich, Alyssa was all in for it. I overheard the two talking and understood that she wanted to take some pictures of herself in some of her lingerie. They would serve as a pick me up for Rich.