Please," she begged.For years I had been dreaming of seeing her small perky tits. I feasted on them like it was my last meal. I sucked her nipple as h...rd as I could as she moaned even louder."Don't play with me, bite them!" she yelled.I sunk my teeth into her hard nipple and she exploded. She dropped on my cock with a hard thrust and I felt the clamp-like feeling of her pussy gripping me. Wave after wave of shakes ran through her body as her orgasm built to a climax. Even as I watched her. I had to delay her for a minute. Focus on something else. I looked around the kitchen frantically for a diversion."Wait. I had a condition," I stalled.She grinned at me, confident, too confident. I had to change our positions, somehow. Re-establish the smugness I had felt earlier, sort of."You're going to blindfold me?" she suggested sexily.She batted her eyes. Fuck! She knew me too well. But it did give me an idea. Just maybe...In answer, I reached up and loosened the black silk rope holding. The sounds of my vagina contracting reminded me of wet feed on a shower floor. I lay on my back and trembled. I felt hot cum run down my penis and cum sprayed out of my vagina on the insides of my thighs. The rapid motions made the pulse monitor fall off. In a few moments, the room was filled with nurses and eventually Dr. Simons came in. The found the writhing body of a woman with a nine-inch penis that was recovering from orgasmic trauma. They covered my nude cum soaked body with blankets and. There was a bottle of something I'd never heard of in the door. I read the lable. A Yalumba. Well, we'd see. I opened the bottle and took it and the two glasses into the sitting room.The label said "Viognier," but it was meaningless to me. I'm sure I'm the dummy of the family where wine's concerned."What's that?" Weena asked as she reappeared."It says Yalumba Viognier." Oh, good. I wanted to try it." Means nothing to me." Well, let's taste it."So I poured a bit into each glass. It was a really.