I cup her breasts, kneading them while rolling her nipples in my fingers. She places one delicate hand on my base, running it along my shaft slowly. H...er other hand lightly grips the bulbous head, engorged with blood. She runs her hand around the head, spreading my copious precum all around it. Her other hand continues its periodic motion, moving up and down in complete coordination with the hand gripping the head. Being a man after all, i can hardly hope to prolong my orgasm, much less control. My cock was getting harder, despite the fact that I wasn’t crazy about the kissing. I didn’t mind him touching her, but I wasn’t crazy about the kissing. The window was opened for some reason; she must have opened it for me. I heard her tell him, that she wanted to suck his cock. She told him she had been wanting to suck his cock for a long time. I was shocked because she rarely sucks my cock. She started slowly licking his balls and then the head of his dick. She slowly placed his large cock. "Sir, I mean Stu, things are very difficult back home. My parents are divorcing and I now don’t get much money. I have taken bar work in the evenings to make ends meet, and subsequently, my studies have suffered."His eyes again fell to my thighs, but he quickly recovered and said, "I do sympathise with you, Catherine."Which was my turn to interrupt, "Call me Cat, Stu; everyone does." Yes Cat, I like that, I have always had a liking for pussies," he grinned pleased with his cheeky inference. I. When I told her that she honestly was, that didn't make her feel better. I tried to reassure her that it wouldn't matter to Oliver. I wished I had just told her Stacy was terrible but I doubt she would have believed me anyways. She started crying and asked "what if I'm no good at it and he breaks up with me for someone better?" I told her if that happened then he's an asshole that didn't deserve her and I'd kick his ass. She stopped crying and forced a smile and said "thanks, it's nice to know.