"Shhh!" came a quiet voice. A small torch suddenly blinded me as it shone in my eyes — I had no idea who was holding it. The beam dropped to my priv...ates."Who are you?" I demanded."Shh! Do you want to wake everyone?" The whisper was so quiet I could only tell it was a female voice."What are you going to do?" Make you comfortable. This may be your last opportunity." Last opportunity for what?" Stop talking or I'll go." By now the torch had been put down, I could make out only the dark figure of a. Every last gooey fucking bit.She continued sucking after I’d finished, for another 20 seconds or so, and then unloosed my semi-hard dick, clutched it and polished off the tip, sponging up any trace of the post-cum.A true cum slut!Then she wiped her mouth with her right forearm, stood up, poked me in the chest, playfully, and said, “Look, dude, I know you’re not Chad. He’s my boyfriend. I spotted him getting a blowjob from some pigtailed Harley Quinn wannabe-bitch. This was revenge. Don’t take. ..??? I'll sort it out for you...it looks as if you need a break and I'm in the mood for doing a good deed - as I've had a good day today. But I get off at Canterbury West, OK.” “Wow,” she said, “You're a really nice guy and already you've cheered me up and put my faith back in the human race. Do you like a "smoke? “I mean a smoke of some good weed.” “I understand,” I said...”And yes - I'd welcome a good smoke...but, maybe outside on the platform - after we've finished here...?” “Of course,”. She also wanted an excuse to enter his bedroom in her underwear. A moan from within suggested that Simon was awake. Carefully balancing the mug of tea she had brewed him, she pushed open the door. Simon was on his back in bed, the cotton sheet forming an obscene tent over his morning erection. ‘Emma,’ he murmured, eyes closed. ‘Yes, Simon, it’s me,’ Emma took a step closer. ‘Oh Emma,’ Simon continued, and the cock-tent twitched and shuddered. It dawned in Emma that Simon was talking in his.