I pushed him back on to the floor, pulled his jeans and pants off, he removed his shirt, I removed my clothes, we were naked in seconds. I wanted to s...uck him real bad, I remember taking it in my hand and thinking what a normal size cock I’ll be able to suck this no problem, I started to wank him, I lent forward taking him in my mouth I was eager ooohhh so excited I went at it fast and furious, I was fucking his cock with my mouth my nose was on his belly he was all in my mouth I could feel him. I kept my eye on her left boob and yeah she wasn’t wearing a bra. She saw me and decided to tease me she bent down a lot and exposed her boob more but no nipple, I could make it out on her top but could not see them.After 3 hours I left from there with a hard on. She said when I left you are nice and cute but stupid.Next day when I came she was wearing a knee length legging and a nike sports bra. I kept starring at her she said yr I was very tired at gym today so skipped institute today, I was. I do want to encourage you to wait until after the scar tissue is removed before coming to a final decision.”“What about getting a different sling?” I asked.“That’s going to have to be decided by Dr. Davis,” Ciera told me. “If she says no, then Bill won’t go for it. And I think we can both agree that if Liz says no, that will be the same as Dr. Davis saying no.”“I can pay for the fucking sling on my own,” I said.“It’s not a matter of payment,” Ciera confided. “What you have isn’t something you. Ideal? Your ideal?" The concept seemed strange to me, on several levels. First of all, the young man in the portrait was pleasant-looking. He looked sweet-natured, peaceable -- even handsome. He was the kind of young man that three waitresses, in a small cafe, might giggle over, behind the cash register, as he drank his morning coffee and read the sports pages of the local paper.But... an ideal? Hardly! It was a portrait of what was, perhaps, a young man of above-average physical.