This time the journey didn't seem to take as long as the first time and once more I was standing at Eleanor's front door. Eleanor was dressed in a hou...secoat, wearing slip on slippers, her hair was brushed out and hung down her back as far as her waist."Well I see you brought your friends as I asked. Nice to meet you lads, come into the lounge were we will get to know one another."As we followed her in, the lads were smiling and giving the thumbs up sign and it was obvious they thought this was. His thoughts returned to how he had met Gerald, as he rested on the cold tiles with his eyes closed. In Brixton, he had been sucked into a gang and he had become a drug runner. During a sting, he had been caught red-handed and the Judge gave him two options, Juvie or the Military.Since his birth certificate said that his dad was British, even though he didn’t know him from a bar of soap, he could serve, so he did. At just fifteen, he had found himself doing Basic Training and then they put him. I shivered, desire mixed with revulsion coursing through me. The word "slut" skittered across my mind. Ever the good girl, where were these thoughts coming from? Giving his cock head a last slow lick, I felt like a wanton woman. Something inside me shifted and I think it was my old reserve slinking out of me. As I sat back up, I let my breast brush against his arm and was rewarded with that warm chuckle again. I glanced up through my eyelashes, a slow smile curving my lips, moistening them and. But at the same time his agile tongue was wetting my lucky lips and squeezing inside me, and that felt good! When he found the button of joy he sucked it in and held it there in a strong pulsating grip that made me groan and moan with delight. I came with quick spasmic contractions. But not for long I jumped up, asked him to leave, slip-ped into my dressing gown and made a big safe double knot in the cord. Very vividly I remembered last Sunday when I was just rinsing a cup in my small kitchen..