“No hands my pet, only your sweet mouth. Lock your arms behind your back, arch your back to present those lovely tits of yours”“Yes Sir.”I mov... to his command and look up into his hazel eyes as I press my mouth down his throbbing cock. My lips feel each vein and cord of his thick rod. I press down to try and take his whole length but it hits the back of my throat. I work to not gag but this triggers my saliva glands and when I come up for air and thick strand of spit comes with me. I slurp it. I should mention at this point that the clippers vibrate strongly and noisily so before long I could tell she was really enjoying herself and watching me in the full length wardrobe mirrors kneeling down between her legs with a stiff cock waiting for an opportunity (or should I say opening!). The clippers had worked their magic and, blowing away the clippings I stopped to admire my handiwork. To say she was wet down there would have been an understatement! Her fanny lips were gaping and. “That doesn’t seem to be the case right now,” she replies, looking down at his waist. He follows her sights down to his cock, which is now fully erect, curving slightly upward. He jumps a little, almost knocking a bottle of lube over with his protruding member. Eliza laughs as she continues to rub herself. Regan tries to laugh it off as well. “What about you?” He asks, nodding to her own genitals. “Oh, I’m just enjoying the show… for now.” She turns her head back to the crowd. Regan looks. ‘That doesn’t make you a grandfather.’ ‘When did we meet, Em?’ asked David as he pulled her close and draped the duvet around her. ‘2 years back, as far as I remember. But why?’ she asked as she waited for the laptop to boot up. ‘You were 20, baby. And at that time, you looked too young to be called my girlfriend,’ he said and tweaked her nose. ‘Says who, huh?’ she said as she entered the URL and searched for her story. ‘I love you, Em,’ said David sincerely, her heart swelling with emotion and.