But he was hell bent on sucking my nipples so I took matters in my hand, quite literally, took his cock in my hand and pushed the head against my puss...y and pointed it against my pussy and massaged it for some time, getting my pussy juices all over him and then I rubbed him against my clit with a little pressure and in turn, my back arched causing me to thrust my tit deeper into his mouth. He took all of me deeper as much as he could and kept sucking on me. Then he changed and started sucking on. I’m old enough to know better, to not be suckered so childishly into falling for someone I can’t have but she just seemed to have an appeal I couldn’t resist. She was, in essence a walking, talking stereotype of a 1980’s office clerk. Like a real life Lois Lane she put on her professional look for work. Her deep dark eyes, enlarged by her intelligent use of makeup, were hidden behind her glasses in the office. Her long dark hair always tied up, her shoes always flat and her dress sense always. Kyle was totally euphoric; he had never had any idea yesterday that he would be engaged with such abandon, in more or less non-stop sexual activity; but he was loving every minute of it and thanked his lucky stars that by some chance, Steve had taken him under his wing and had given him a truly amazing introduction to gay sex thereby liberating him from his innermost fears. It was a totally changed Kyle Sinclair who, for a second time that morning, went into the shower together with his mentor,. I had never been so scared before in my life.I hadn’t closed it; I didn’t even know the windows were electric. Let alone bulletproof. Ok, it was 007’s Aston Martin DB5, but I had thought those things in the movies were just movie magic’ props.’The officer was turning. He must have seen something I hadn’t. He was fast, but whoever he was aiming at was faster. The man’s head exploded. Shit, what was going to happen next? I must have spilled my coffee as the front of my pants was now warm and wet..