Chapter Four
A Weekend At Timber Lakeside
They went out of the city and joined the turnpike; Jackson drove well and Sappho felt comfortable so, after getting onto a country road, she reached across, unhooked Jackson’s belt, fished out his man-tackle, leaned over and popped his d**k into her mouth.
It was already hard but he had staying power; even so, he managed to hold on for just five minutes while Sappho laved his purple-end, manipulated his scrotum and eventually induced an eruption of, well, how shall we put it, ‘magnificent proportions’?
Yes, that describes it because Sappho hadn’t deep-throated him and her mouth couldn’t contain the flood; so, it leaked out from the corners of her lips, ran down her chin and onto Jackson’s chinos.
She did her best to swallow what she could b
