It's ok! I'll show you if you keep smiling, ok?" She wiped her tears away and hugged me nearly knocking me on my back. She said "Thank you, thank you,...thank you! I'll give you anything you want. I promise!" I knew exactly what I wanted too! I asked her "Ok well what's the frustrating part? How do you think you do it?" She took of her clothes and my mouth was on the floor. I had been dreaming and masturbating about this for a year. I grew hard and tried to hide it.She said "Well I heard that. She laughed again softly, then eased herself onto the bed, took his hand and drew him down alongside her. Fred reached out to turn out the lamp, she put a hand over his and said, "No, please. Let's see each other." He hesitated, then turned to her hot with passion, and drew her to him. They kissed, long and passionately, Fred filling her mouth with his tongue, probing into her deeply, enjoying and loving the treatment she gave his tongue. She gently moved his head to her breasts, and he kissed. Indeed Richard had once referred snidely to ‘The Attack of the 50-foot Chipmunk.’ Fortunately she had been in the process of opening a bottle of Cristal and had managed to bop him in the temple with the cork, inducing several minutes of staggering lability in the asshole. ‘Oh what is it this time’, she sighed histrionically in a rather clichéd womens’ magazine fictoid. Goosing the Lamborghini in a graceful drift round the pink-pebbled final turn she skidded to rest under a Porte Cochere,. ”Misty watched as the cock gave a little jerk, the head swelling obscenely and the foreskin peeling back a little further. Peter Hopkins really was the ultimate dirty old man. The thought of debauching a total innocent really got him off. She recalled her own debauching only two short weeks ago. She had come a long way since then.“And she likes your flat?”“Loves it Mr Hopkins.” Replied Misty. “Since I`m living here now it seems a shame to let it go to waste. She`s moving in tomorrow.” After.