The gin had hit her very hard, after a couple of hours of tennis with Connie Quentin and being out in the hot sun. And the alcohol did nothing to cool... the sensual urge that was coursing through her veins.Mavis almost wished Willie Quentin, Connie's husband, would call her in to clerk that evening at the local supermarket where she sometimes substituted for regular help. The prospect of spending another evening of solitude without Phil was depressing. Would he be home tonight? He had said he was. Then saw the look in his eyes that told her he really didn't haveany experience at all."Can we take it in stages? Go slow so I can teach you the right way?"she finally asked."I just want to make you happy," he answered as Pheasant dimmed thelights.Being more experienced she gently pushed him onto his back. "Let's startout slow and see where it goes, ok?" her fingers fumbled at his beltbuckle while he watched in amazement.As she drew down his zipper she thought about all the times she'd donethis. " Yeah, right."Lisa had changed her clothes from the evening before. Today she had on a blouse and a sweater. The jeans she had on this time fit her--boy did they ever. There was no hot water for a shower, but I noticed a washbasin and washcloth on the sink shelf. She must have heated water on the camp stove. Her hair hadn't been washed but she must have spent an hour brushing it for it shone. It was brown but had amber highlights in it. Lisa was a very pretty woman.I set the carafe of coffee. I leaned in closer to his hard juicy cock, and clasped my hand around it.. I had never given a guy a blowjob before, but I had always fantasized about sucking Edd’s cock.. I licked my lips and let my moist lips run over the tip of his hard cock. Its smooth tip glided slowly into my mouth, connecting with my tongue. My lips continued downwards, feeling every ridge and curve on his big hard rod. It tasted different. Not bad, just different. My lips were about half way down his shaft when the end.