“That’s my candy cane!”, giggled Amanda as she shook the entire shaft left and right.Without a warning, she kissed the tip and lubricated it wit...h her saliva top to bottom. The head disappeared into her mouth and she began sucking it while her hand worked up and down on his shaft. Each stoke made it harder and longer.“This is exquisite!”, he thought to himself.Clearly she was an experienced lady which explains how she sucked it with precision. Slurp…slurp…slurp…slurp… Wet grinding noise was. I'm not prepared to feel less, so that one moved on quite quickly despite being interesting. I learnt a lot from him but I never considered it an affair; it was just dabbling with intense flirting, in my mind. I published quite prolifically in those days; I find it liberating to be free with the vocabulary and emotions of sex, and I've learnt a lot by being open-minded and listening to others. Some of the stories I wrote were well out of my comfort zone, stretch projects of subjects requested. Somehow the towel was no longer in my hands and I was still rubbing his chest. I bent to suck on a nipple and he groaned as I nibbled on it. I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing down and I sank to my knees and wrapped a hand round his shaft. Taking his cock head in my mouth he tasted wonderful. While I sucked on his cock and played with his balls another guy came into the bathroom and watched for a moment, it was the other guy near my age. He got on his knees next to me and liked the balls. Her mom came back up a few minutes later, I heard her stop off in her bedroom and she closed the door. I continued to paint; when she finally returned I had the first coat completed on one of the walls. She was no longer wearing baggy clothes as she had done ever since I was around. She came strutting in with cut off sweat pants and a dingy spaghetti strap shirt. I was shocked, this woman that seemed to very much on the conservative side had a nice body. She resembled Brandy but her body was.