I kissed her shoulder. She moved to kiss the top of my head. She turned a page.“When you look at it, how is the hand on his hair shaped? Do you see ...her distinct fingers?” Kendra asked.“Um… not exactly. If I focus on them I can, but what I really see is the hand and the hair kind of becoming one. It’s almost like the hair grows from her fingers and then into his head. Or the other way around. It flows both ways. Like they merge together at that point, but not grossly. Her hand isn’t in his head. I was wondering if I was becoming a nuisance. I looked at Chantelle, who was organising her handbag."Chantelle, are you sure it's okay if I tag along again tonight? I don't want to overstay my welcome... or cramp your style." Nonsense Roger, of course it's okay. You must learn to stop being so cute," she grinned. "Actually I was hoping to convince you to come, I know someone who is looking forward to seeing you again." I don't need much convincing, I really love your place," I smiled."I'm. Her hand went down there and took hold of my throbbing manhood and she jumped. In those days I could muster 10" of thick cock and it looked all that much bigger because there were no pubic hairs. You could see it from the base of the shaft to the tip of the head and she was so impressed that she got on her knees and started sucking. I have to say now, with a certain amount of pride, that she could only get about half of it into her mouth but she sure as hell knew how to attend to it orally. . Chrissy would never ever let that happen though. She cared so much for Sean. But tonight, all the little lovey-doveyness was out and some good, hard fucking was in.So after their tennis lesson that night, Sean drove Chrissy over to her house. To get the night started off right, Chrissy leaned way over in her seat and started kissing Sean's neck. At first, little kisses and deep breathing against Sean's skin, but then she started kissing him more insistently, more urgently. It was all Sean could.