” “Yeah, well said Wendy. NOT!” retorted Claire. “Just talking to him makes me feel good and he has a way of turning me on that no bloke I’v...e known has been able to do with words alone. He’s not bad looking. At least he’s got a full head of hair, smells nice and isn’t carrying around a pot belly like a lot of blokes his age.” “Anyway,” continued Claire, smiling impishly at her colleagues, “just because a blokes married doesn’t mean he can’t sample the menu, does it?” Kathy was about to lecture. "She passed Doug as she climbed the stairs again and when she reached the top I came out to greet her."Good morning." Morning Rog. Sleep well?"I grabbed her and gave her a big kiss just out of sight of the stairwell."Best ever. Catch you downstairs."Anna seemed as reluctant to let go as I was.Wednesday, Thursday, and, when Doug found I had nothing organised, Friday after school was spent learning to be a barista again. It was only for two hours at a time and that went fairly fast. Cleaning. I wrap him in my limbs urging him closer, deeper, harder. ‘Tell Me’ he growls in my ear and I am as familiar with this game as I am with my own breathing. ‘You are all I need’ I whisper catching his earlobe in my teeth. Another growl, deep and feral, ‘TELL ME’ louder now with urgency sweeping into his voice. I arch and writhe in silence holding the words he wants and needs to hear. The words that will drive him over the edge, spur him on, set him free. Moving frantically together in ancient. She said nothing as her fingers played up the sides of my cock before reaching around its girth. Slowly she pulled my foreskin down to reveal my purple head, shining with pre-cum which oozed slowly from the tip. Keeping the head exposed, the fingers of one hand started to spread the viscous liquid over the head. She repeated my trick and breathed softly over the head, drying the cum before it was replaced with new. Then I watched as she bent her head, her tongue moving outwards to flick my.