Deeper each time and with Vaseline to make it so much easier. I couldn't wait till Saturday and my arranged meet.I had told my parents that I was off ...o Windsor, not unusual some Saturday's to a Jazz club where I always stayed overnight at a friends place. This Saturday though was to be so different.I turned up at his house just after 2pm. Once again he was in a dressing robe when he answered and as soon as I was inside the door, he started to snog me. I naturally responded enthusiastically. He. She began sucking on it. Soft pulsing sucks, like a baby on a dummy.He started getting hard again. Sophie could feel it swelling in her mouth. She caressed his heavy balls feeling them tighten against his body. The swelling increased and she could no longer fit it all in her mouth, and so concentrated on the knob, licking and sucking, and feeling it throb in response.Jack took a jar from the bedside table and unscrewed the lid. Sophie looked up with interest. “What are you doing. ‘But … I do want to, darling …!’ ‘Damn, you really mean that, don’t you?’ he croaked, his breathing filling the cluttered little room with short, sizzling sounds. For an answer, Ann uncontrollably pressured even tighter against him, almost imperceptibly undulating her desire-filled, soft belly, loins and thighs with suggestive fervency against his hardened, rhythmically throbbing cock. A scene from a men’s magazine she’d found in her father’s underwear drawer raced through the archives of. He accepted her offer of a soft drink, and stepped into the sitting room. He was admiring the magnificent view when he heard a voice close behind him, almost in his ear.“You seem lost in thought.” He turned. She was standing very close to him, a coke in each hand, open and vulnerable. Looking into her large, dark eyes, he felt rather than saw her chest rising and falling, as if she, too, were fighting to control herself. She smiled.“Please – sit down.” She gestured to a low coffee table.She sat.