She was a natural, sometimes I had to do a tit massage to excite them, maybe put clothes pins on their nipples but Marilyn seemed to have juiced up nicely all in her own so I left her to it. Milf sex Julia was downstairs, “John darling,” she said, “Look sorry but.”
Julia my nemeses, my weak spot, my self proclaimed sometime girl friend who saved herself a fortune in taxi fares by crashing at my flat, late twenties, marathon running law school graduate now working at a firm “In the City,”
“Oh lord, not now,” I said awkwardly. “Delicious,” I agreed, “Absolutely delicious, be a darling and lick me clean.”
“Fuck you!” she protested, I nearly gave her a jolt through the heel operated electric shock system but decided she had done her job
