’ ‘Tu es tres gentil, Arthur,’ she said. Frank, ever the mentor, added his words of wisdom. ‘Arthur, if you feel the spend coming too soon, ...put your finger and thumb down at the base of your prick, and press hard on the tube with your fingertip. You can do that whilst still fucking. Don’t want to disappoint a lady, do we?’ I took his advice, after a moment the impulse to spill my seed receded and I was able to play my part in what proved to be a satisfying mutual climax. My conclusion then. That was only my imagination, not real. I used to wish she would be mine one day. Who was she? the answer was that she was my high shool literature mistress. Of course, as I said she was charming intelligent girl, specially she was very enthusiastic with her students. She would help and encourage bad students in her subject. So all of us at her class love and esteem her much. But she was very severe, punishing everyone chatting on study time. And I used to be invited to go out of the. Blond, very fit and gorgeous. So when I was sitting there at eye level with her softball sized, perky, firm tits, there was no way my shorts I was wearing could hide the raging boner I immediately got. She looked at it, smiled and reached down and yanked my shorts and underwear down and I sprang free. She dropped to her knees and closed her mouth around my knob and started to suck while her hands stroked my shaft. It was beyond fantastic, not only because she was very good at what she was doing. Syd pointed out both features, saying they might use those later. Syd started her off with the stepper. He watched her butt muscles cycle beneath the black spandex. Remembering her mother’s comment, he palmed one ass cheek as she pedaled. Kelly looked around at his inquisitive hand but he told her to keep stepping during his exploration. Syd pondered that there might be a moderate layer of chubby there. But every man liked a different backstop to assist his rebound, there was no one size fits.