”“Right, take off your shoes and trousers.”“What?”“Is English your first language?”“Y-yes?” the photographer replied tentatively.“...Then, take off your shoes and trousers, now!” and more quietly, “You don’t want me removing them for you, do you?”He kicked off his shoes without answering. He undid his belt, button and zipper, the trousers pooled at his stockinged feet on the cold damp concrete path, in the light from the lounge French doors. Pete, still retaining a grip on the trespasser’s throat,. I stood in front of her and she reached forward and pulled off my tee shirt and then running her fingers down my chest to my belly, she looked down and saw my exposed tent pole and gently pulled my shorts over my erection and off, my cock sprung out as her eyes widened.“Oh yes!” she sighed softly as she jumped off the stool and took hold of my cock and gently led me into the lounge and sat me in my chair before kneeling down between my outstretched legs. She took hold of my balls and the base. It made me hard, the pain. He said let's go in the bedroom and that's where we'd been ever since.Now J said he wanted to suck my balls; he wanted me to lower them into his mouth while he remained prone beneath me. This meant leaving his cock behind, of course. Leaving it behind and straddling his chest and backing up until I was in position above his waiting mouth, the soles of my feet pushing against his pillows. J said I had nice low-hangers and I told him that was because I used to stretch. She looked at Steph, who shrugged. She looked at me and I gave her a look that I hoped told her she had a big mouth. Then she looked at Cindy. Whatever she saw there gave her confidence."We're all friends here, right?" Darlene said, looking at Cindy. Cindy nodded. "Well, your Danny boy knows his way around a woman's body. You got a good one, Sweetie. Are you a virgin?" she asked her. Another nod from Cindy answered the question."Wait, wait!" Cindy pleaded. "What do you mean he knows his way.