As she slid hear hand over the head and shaft i could feel all the pre cum lubing me up as she gripped and continued sliding and gripping the head of ...my circumscribed cock.after a minute or so of this she moved her self down and took me in her mouth. no my ex was always great at giving blow jobs. most girls ive been with are happy to just make a guy cum as quick as possible, but not her she would edge me closer and closer stopping me from cumming at the last moment building it up know that when. The problem was ... would I last long enough? I think she sensed my dilemma and reached down and grabbed my butt to urge me on. I simply let nature take its course, and I think when I went off it was that last little bit she needed to join me.As we finally rolled apart, my last thought was: ‘I love you, Brook Davis.’ I then did the typical guy move and fell asleep.Friday July 8I woke from the best night’s sleep I’d had in ages. Good sex—no, wait ... probably the best sex of my life—was the best. Clint growled as he ran his hand over her right breast. The globe was soft in his hand, but his exploring fingers soon enough found her very hard nipple. She gasped when he touched it, and drew his other hand up as well. He filled both hands with her big, soft tits, squeezed them, and pushed them together.The barest touch of her hand on the back of his neck was enough to encourage him to lean in.Alice’s fingers moved down to his back, curling into claws as he flicked her nipple with his tongue.. You’ve done nothing wrong. I just lost my mind and decided the sun is made of pickled herring.’ I have no idea where that metaphor came from, but even more surprising, it was met with instant understanding, not a blip. I had been speaking in a somewhat agitated voice because this caught me by surprise and I was embarrassed about my behavior the previous night. My tone became calm. ‘Jeff, you haven’t changed anything because there isn’t anything important you have to change. You’re Jeff. You’re.