I started going up and down slowly, and when I did it slowly, he always built up his load. When he built up his load, he could shoot it like a cannon ...onestly. We were both breathing in and out slowly and he put his hands on my head to made sure I would deep throat him. So I got his whole entire cock in my mouth and he let out more than a few more moans.“Oh shit Callie. I mean holy fucking shit, I'm so fucking glad I married you,” John said.Then I leaned up to him once again and gave him a nice. I am a pathetic mess, one finger in my ass, another in my twitching snatch and I am begging an unknown entity to allow me to cum. This entity holds my orgasm hostage as I buck and writhe on the bed. Now I beg to cum, plead. Let it all out. Tease myself as though someone is holding my orgasm hostage. I slow down fingering my clit, so I do not get too close to cumming. I am teetering on the edge of orgasmic bliss, but I am still violently fingering ass. I am almost there.I will sing the praises. "But honey, we have to clean you up." Mom said innocently."I know, but the cold alcohol is starting to dry out my dick." I complained."What should I use then?" Mom asked quizzically."Suck me like you did before. I loved that so much." I said hoping that I hadn't just blown it with my some what perverted request.Mom's head shot up and stared at me with a shocked look on her face."Hey, you told me that I would never desire any thing that you wouldn't or couldn't provide me with right?" I said. I was extremely tired and just said fuck it and closed my eyes. At this point I was so damn tired I didn’t need the meds. I fell asleep pretty quickly. However, it didn’t last that long. About a half hour later I was wide awake staring at the ceiling. I probably could have used those meds anyway. I really didn’t have much of a choice at this point though I had to deal with what I had. So I laid there trying desperately to get some sleep for the longest time. This turned out to be an.