She let me play with her lovely little tits for a minute, then she did the makeup again.I was looking at myself in her dressing mirror, amazed at how ...pretty I looked, and she snuck up on me with a camera.“Give me the film, Sylvie!” I demanded.“Don't be a spoil sport.” She answered, “Do you want your blow job or not?” She insisted I let my hair grow, and within a couple of months it was to my shoulders. Sylvie would dress me up once or twice a week, and I got regular blow jobs as well as. She didn't really know how to do it, but she still brought me to an orgasm within seconds. I started huffing and puffing. I grabbed the sides of the chair in both hands and went stiff as a board, trying to hold it in. My head went way back and started moving in circles as my little balls bunched up against her fist. I was staring at the white ceiling but remembering the sight of her bare vagina.I imagined that her smooth warm fist was the inside of her pussy and pushed my pelvis up off the. “I told him I dearly loved you, and it was not going to happen.”“How did he react?” I asked.“His reaction was in the form of a question. He asked, 'What if you fucked Becky, his wife?' ”Holy crap Becky was the little minx that had been giving me blue balls.“I told him that was something you would not do,” she said.Unbeknownst to me, Tom and Becky had been swapping with another golfing partner, Floyd Beers and his wife, WandaMy wife and I were friends with Floyd and Wanda and were not aware they. My cock was throbbing now which made me pound her pussy as hard as fast as I could, my finger sliding in and out of her over and over till she moaned out her pussy tightening around my fingers as she came.She lay there breathing heavy, I slipped my jeans off and put my cock between those amazing tits and started thrusting away, she but her hands on the and pushed the together covering my cock as it slid between them.She was loving it and had recovered from her orgasim so I slid my cock from her.