She slowly sucked on the tip as I squeezed and pinched her nipples. The more of my cock that she took in her mouth the harder I pinched. I felt my coc... head hit the back of her throat and still had a little over an inch of my cock left to go before I got it all in. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed. I felt my cock head move past her tonsils and down her throat. (She must take after her aunt in the blowjob department because she gave great head too.)Kirsten then did something totaly. She got very excited but I warned her that she was fairly new and so she shouldn’t get her hopes up. That didn’t go down well. “What, you don’t think I could do it?” she yelled. I said “of course you could” and shut up. “Let her learn the hard way” I thought. Each night she would come home saying her boss was interviewing staff members and she hadn’t asked her to participate. I wasn’t surprised. But this time I stayed silent.The following Friday night Sharon came home very excited. “My boss. ‘Don’t be afraid,’ he said, ‘We’re going to have a lot of fun together.’ One hand had strong grip on her ankle as the other began to undo his breeches. Suddenly something big slammed into him from the side, making him release her ankle. Grunts and gasps filled the air, along with the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and Gwendolyn pulled her cloak over her, sobbing as she hid herself from view. Peeking through the folds of the cloak she watched as two figures in the moonlight hit and flailed at. Apparently, he was able to take his attention away from my sparsely clad body and big boobs. Or else - and I didn't even want to think about this - but maybe he was gay. It would be just my luck! I find I guy with an eight incher, and he turns out to be gay. It was certainly possible, I knew. There always seemed to be a rather large number of gay artists. I never understood exactly why, but certainly hoped it wasn't true of Peter.There was also the possibility he just had sex. I didn't know if.