It sometimes felt that Maisie’s well-intentioned practice of never excluding Emma from her lovemaking added insult to injury, but she knew that in h...r own way it was somehow a tribute to the depth of her love for the woman who she insisted was central to her life. Maisie had been enrolled, at some expense, at a single sex college which would cope with her career in sex television, to the extent of the flexibility with which it accepted her occasional day off for filming, and which had no. "You disgust me," she scowled. "You'd ransom your own faithful wife forwhat? In the hope I finish your handjob? Just so you can shoot yourcum on the floor? Is that it?" I opened my mouth to speak, but found Iwas speechless, and she shoved the panties right in. "I don't want tohear it, Nikki. You want me to do this? Fine, but we're doing this myway...or more correctly, her way."She grabbed my hard, slippery cock and started stroking the full lengthof my shaft, from a firm grip around the. B.A. What’s your real name?’ ‘Gordon Bruce Andrews,’ I said in as thick a Scottish brogue as I could imitate. ‘I wonder if we’re related?’ she asked. ‘How so?’ ‘Fiona Aileen Alexander, great granddaughter of Robert Allen McGregor of Kilmarnock, Scotland.’ ‘Not too likely,’ I said, idly stroking a breast. ‘Gordon Hamish Andrews, my grandfather, was from Aberdeen. That’s some distance away.’ ‘Well, we’ve both got oatmeal in our blood, so maybe that’s why we’re so compatible.’ ‘I was always told. He was glistening like a god. Like after I had blown him, I just stared, watching him. As he got his breath back, he began to speak, pointing to his cock. ‘Clean me off.’ I dove for his dick. I gingerly used my right hand to bring it to my mouth and clean him off. I licked and gently sucked. I could see the sweat on the hairs of his strong legs and the sweat in his public bush. I could taste his come and my shit. I continued my cleaning as he regained his breath. ‘Goddamn that was good.’ He.