She was having none of it and told me I could finger her when she was ready. It felt like only a few minutes but she sucked and jerked like an expert ...and got me to the point. I warned her of the explosion she was about to get, and she stopped immediately. She thanked me and slipped back into her makeshift bed. I moved across slightly and felt for her. She whispered her instructions and raised her knees parting them slightly pushing her knickers just clear of her pussy. Her pussy hair was soft. I was well up for it and set about lubing Ruth. I got her to stand leaning forward so she could type at the same time. Ruth described in real time what I was doing and how it felt as I pushed in the neck and then how the bulbous part entered her. Ruth lasted seconds before her orgasm came and she went all weak kneed and crumpled.I had to take over the typing and asked if she was doing the same thing. There was a long silence before she came back. “I can last longer than your girlfriend”. This was a surprise; I had not realised she was with someone. He was a big strapping lad, too, well over six foot and powerfully built; almost certainly he was the original owner of the rugby shirt. "Lucky boy," I said under my breath, thinking of the pleasure that incredible bosom must have been giving him. "But," I added, "your luck's just run out."Obviously she was giving him some excuse for suddenly leaving and he did not like it, but in the end with an irritated gesture he dismissed her. I bring my left hand down to the base of my dick shaft and start playing with my balls whilst my dick jus flows through the motion due to my wrist pressing against it. I grab a bottle of baby oil, and pour a little bit of it on my shaft and watch it drip down to the base of the shaft. its slightly cold and the feeling jus give me that extra sensation i start playing with my balls squeezing them harder bit by bit, with my thumb and index on my shafts base massaging the oil that gets to the base.