I'd better return to this, if only to quell the rumour about M being my dad.
"One thing led to another": in the run-up to our threesome I had a booking with C during which I phoned M (pre-arranged with him but not with C) and, while I was doing C dog-fashion, she gave him phone sex. All the way if you know what I mean. Such a naughty girl.
"Fucking catastrophe": despite preliminary shenanigans such as those just detailed M and I had neither met nor spoken; all our comms had been email or text. So we really were complete strangers. And I had never been in the presence of another man in a sexual situation. What happened? Nothing, my inhibitions came down like steel doors and killed enthusiasm in both men. Well, we achieved erection (sort of, in my case) but all our pre-punt plans of spit-roasting and spinning C around like a double-ended sexual receptacle and watching each other get blowjobs collapsed. After 90 minutes nothing had happened except for C getting her pussy licked a lot (which she loved, that girl was the captain of the English receiving oral team) and M very generously left. In the remaining 30 minutes I did manage to achieve thusness but a year later I am left with a feeling of disappointment.
And a major debt to M that I have never had the chance to repay. The closest I've come was to give him a recommendation to see Sexyelisexxxx (
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