He moaned. He felt warm, tight and smooth inside. I felt shaky and had to concentrate to hold my arm and hand still or I would have betrayed my nervou... excitement. I could not speak. ‘I want you to now press the tip of my finger forward and up towards my cock, then slide it back and up in the direction of my naval to see if you are able to feel the prostrate gland.As I did so, he moaned again, only louder this time. I was sure I had felt it and from his reaction I must have hit it.‘Yes, you. And now that I've seen this [sticking a finger in her pussy]"She giggled and said, "Okay we're decided ... one more thing, how good are you at pulling out?" I've never been asked that question, but as a matter of fact, I'm very good at it," I replied truthfully."Good because in case you haven't figured it out, I'm Catholic and I'm not on the pill."So in a combination of wishful thinking that she was truthful in saying she rarely does this sort of thing (so as to avoid an STD) and my confidence. I met Vicki at the usual haunt this last weekend where she was having drinks with Richie's sister when the gobshite turned up and started acting all casual and friendly in front of her, knowing that she knew. They were now split up. I was so angry at the way he played it off that I wanted to kick the shit out of him but I refrained.They may have only been together a couple of months but that didn't change anything. Disrespect is disrespect and it shouldn't be ignored, right?So later on when. He was handsome. That was the first thing she noticed. Her boss had been living in fear of his visit for weeks since it was announced he would tour their facilities. She liked her boss. He had taken the place of her long dead father in her heart. She did not like his nervousness.The big man finally arrived. He was polite, projecting a very strong aura of power. Everyone walked on eggs around him. She watched her boss reduced to a blathering idiot when pressed to answer a few in depth questions.