Stop right there! Get him to close his eyes, masturbate slowly and think of you while you dash – insofar as you can dash, your pants now having slipped to your ankles – for lube and condoms. You’re on the sofa, your hands start to wander, next thing you know you’ve got each other’s pants round your knees – and, well, it seems only right, after brisk oral entrée, to take it all in.
