‘If that’s the way it happened, then that’s the way I’ll write it,’ I answered as I closed the door behind me and the little brass bell toll...d. The rain had stopped, the evening sky was clearing. I threw back the hood of my slicker and headed up Main Street. A small crowd was starting to line up outside the Revue Theatre. A relic out of the 1920s with its brick upper storey, turquoise-painted clapboard siding on the lower section, Edwardian architecture and brightly lit triangular marquee. I. My body shook. Then suction. And the tip of his tongue. Oh, yes ... very good. Very damned good."They're so beautiful. So perfect." Yours, Bert. They're yours."He played at that, obviously enjoying. I know I was. Then, a single kiss between my ribcage and my navel. Then his tongue. My navel. I rose off the bed.He chuckled. "I have wanted to kiss your bellybutton ever since the first time you wore that bathing suit." We just barely knew each other then," I sputtered. "And you were wanting to. While we were watching, we talked a bit more. I’m sitting on one end of the couch, and she’s on the other. After a little bit, she repositioned herself, but this time she’s on my lap, and this triggers a boner.There was no way she didn’t feel it. But she looks at me and winks, gets up, grabs my hand, and takes me to the neatly made bed.Foreplay ensues. She starts giving me a blowjob and it was my first one so I really had no idea what to do with my hands. I was flat on my back so I kinda just. And I liked getting a nice soft tongue in me after having sex. I liked getting his cum cleaned out of me. I liked the idea of him eating his cum after all the cum I have eaten. I liked fucking his face after he fucked me. This was all pretty nasty! I liked it, and he defiantly liked it, and right then I decided that his cum eating was going to be a regular part of our love making. After I came and we were holding each other, I asked him what he thought. He admitted the taste wasn’t great, but.