Vulnerability embraces me; my mouth a cavernous invitation for her to stuff full with her thick cock. Carefully her hand guides me onto it; lips dragg...ed wide, tongue pressed into the base of my mouth, tip rubbing against my upper palette. She is huge, demanding, insistent: exactly as she ought to be; exactly as I need for her to be; exactly as our entwined destinies dictate. I feel her feet shuffling wider, her phallus boring into my mouth, grinding into trembling and undeserving little me. My. Of course my pace increased till I was really slamming it to her, but she wanted it doggie style as my cock went deeper from behind and soon our sex organs were squelching loudly as I frantically fucked her till inevitably my cock exploded pumping what seemed gallons of thick spunk deep in her cunt and then flooding out and down between her thighs. She waited till I,d withdrawn and we,d both stopped gasping for breath before she did like my wife does, licked my cock clean and scooped my cum out. So don't get but one at a time and drink it before it gets warm.' Like a fool I got one and found the can opener and opened the can. I turned the can up and drained it, Benny was popping the pop corn but looked at me and laughed, 'get another if you want, my folks want mind.' So I took another and did the same, Benny just shook his head. It took Benny about six minutes to do the pop corn and for me to have drunk four beers, I had a big buzz going on. We went back to his bed room and started. "Mr Smith?" I snapped out of my voyeurism, and looked around. A female assistant stood beside me, a small trolley at her side, loaded with goods. "Sorry, miles away. Is this mine?" "Yes, it is. I just need you to check and sign this..." with these words she bent to take a clipboard off the trolley, her head level with my crotch. "Oh, my goodness!" I looked down. I had been so engrossed in those blue knickers I'd started to harden, and the front of my trousers were tenting! The assistant.