Finally I begged him to slide inside me but he wouldn't do it, he told me that he didn't think that we'd actually end up having sex so he hadn't bothe...ed to get a condom. Instead he had me give him oral. At first I had a really hard time with it (I have a terrible gag reflex) but the more he moaned the more I got into it. He's the ONLY guy I've ever enjoyed giving oral to. He kept pulling on my hair and forcing my head back and forth. Finally he pulled my head back and said that he was about to. If she had indeed once felt them, it was now too far in the past to remember. In every aspect of her day-to-day life, she came off as utterly confident… the confidence that comes from being repeatedly told that one is perfect. And perfect she certainly seemed to be. She was the sort of girl who was the dream bahu (daughter-in-law) for all the neighborhood aunties, but, at the same time, also the stuff of wet dreams for all the horny neighborhood teenagers… and quite a few of their fathers as. I mentioned this to Sally and shegiggled and started calling me 'Mummy'. I played along."Elbows off the table, dear," I said."Yes, Mummy." And don't talk with your mouth full, dear." Sorry, Mummy," Sally said, with her mouth full.Needless to say, she took lots of photos for the real Carol during theevening.I was terrified of moving or sitting or speaking in a masculine mannerand giving myself away. Sally was uncharacteristically supportive,quietly pointing out my mistakes whenever I did. Her thoughts turned to her last lover. It had been a long time, and the relationship was certainly less than perfect. She could remember bits and pieces of glory though. One of which was a session of lovemaking that had made her knees weak for days and still fueled sessions of her self-pleasure sessions. She remembered the length and girth of his cock that night. Cock….she laughed to herself. It wasn’t like her to use such language. But that was exactly what it was. Firm and jutting from his.