I was so average that I joked people would forget about me while I’m talking to them. Initially I was sceptical but she convinced me to meet them t...hat weekend. So it was that drove over to their town. We met outside a garage on the only main street and after saying hello her husband joined me in my car and I followed her back to their place. He was in the army and talked on the short rid about how discretion on my part was important as his superiors wouldn’t be happy if they found out that he. “Uh, great, Claire,” stammered Dick-Dick. He was not quite sure why Claire was providing him with all this detail – though, despite his professionalism, he was finding it a bit hard not to let his instinct get in the way. His cock began to rise in his trousers.“And,” – Claire was pleased to see her words having the desired effect – “she can take even the biggest, longest cock all the way down her throat… You know what I mean by a really really looong cock, Doctor Dick?” She reached forward, and. We needed each other more than anything else. He would throw me on his bed at this point and rip off my thong. He would slowly kiss me from a long, hot, lingering suck on my bottom lip, to my neck on the sweet spot that always gets me, to each nipple, sucking each one forward, causing a small moan to escape my lips, then down past my belly button, flicking his tongue inside it, to just above my clit on my shaved mound. He would smell my lusty, womanly smell and need every ounce of strength. Our parents had long ago gotten sick of us locking our bedroom doors during fights so my doorknob had no lock. I was a prisoner to the whims of the gaggle of crazy, probably slightly buzzed, girls downstairs. Although, if that was their idea of a prank, it wasn't such a terrible thing. Missy's lips were soft and warm and her mouth was sweet. That was the kind of prank I could live with.I heard continued giggles every now and again from downstairs but no further visitors appeared. After some.