Now, we started discussing the work and he was simultaneously sipping his whisky too. He was now on his way to me. Yes! He started rolling his fingers... on my thighs again. I was wearing sports shorts and my naked thighs were attacked by his fleshy fingers.This time, he did not take long. He reached my crotch soon and started pressing it. There was an awkward silence in the hall.He held my hand and took me in his room. I sat on his bed and he removed his shirts and lungi. Now I could see him only. Two thirty five, her mum had been running late and now so was she.She locked the back door and made her way around to Mr. Grove's garden. He was standing by his garden shed and he didn't look happy. The window that she had smashed had still not been repaired so she knew that she was still in his debt."Come inside Debbie." He ordered quietly.Her head down, she went into his shed, and listened whilst he closed and locked the door."Would you care to explain to me why you are late?" I'm sorry Mr.. They all loved Claire, saying how wild she was, so I asked if any of them had seen where she had gone.One of the young English guys piped up, "Yes, mate, seen her and felt her. I mean you don't get many of those to the pound. Very nice pair of tits, mate." Then he winked at me, and they and jeered and laughed.Then his friend intervened and said, "Sorry, Jimmy, we are only kidding. The last time I saw her that Arab bloke had his hand in her knickers over by the DJ stand." And everyone laughed. But the trip didn’t last long, as the electricity flowed once again after I started wanking my little boner. I had never felt so great in my life, and for some reason, it seemed even hotter that I was whacking it with Antonio. I tried not to get caught staring at his dick, but was able to sneak glances every now and again. It helped that he would go between watching the porno vid, and closing his eyes, as if he was imagining getting his dick sucked by the busty blonde on the screen. .