He was a tasty man. His cock began to jerk and I knew it was coming. He was about to fill by mouth with his delicious spunk. And then he did. Only a l...ttle escaped down over my chin. He seemed to have more come than usual, but I took it in, and swallowed it slowly, savoring the taste. Then his flaccid cock fell out of my mouth, sated. We both smiled at each other, happy in our mutual act. I think I was the only person who ever really satisfied him. The anthem was coming to an end, he tucked. We sat in a booth near the front counter, drinking coffee as we ate our eggs, toast, and bacon.“I just love breakfast, I can hardly wait until I get to cook your breakfast each morning. Mom taught me to cook, so you won’t have to worry about me burning your food.”“I wasn’t worried. I can cook too, and we’ll have fun in the kitchen, as well as the bedroom,”Every male in the place had their eyes on Mary Ellen’s shirt as she sat across from me. She never knew they were looking, but I saw them. I. He pressed against her and his penis head entered her. She reached behind him and held his buttocks. They locked sights one more time, then she pushed him into her with all her might. With a grunt, his entire penis disappeared into her vagina. She groaned. His penis filled her completely. It reminded her of her husband's penis. It was almost as large and long. Her vaginal muscles contracted and squeezed it as she felt a rush in her. Then he started moving. He pulled out then pushed in. She. It was my turn to go to lunch. I live close by so I walk home and eat there. But today I was so horny just thinking of the promise of our conversation; I had to masturbate at home before going back for the afternoon. Luckily, it was the middle of the week before Frank wanted to make love. It was good enough, but left me frustrated, not quite satisfied. I fell asleep in Frank's arms worrying, hoping that this unsatisfied feeling was temporary. It turned out not to be the case. On Friday, I.